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Chapter 721

Chapter 721:

He forced his legs to move. He walked quickly up the red velvet steps, positioned himself beside Isolde, and clamped his large hand around her narrow waist, pulling her firmly against his side.

Isolde’s entire body went rigid. A violent wave of physiological revulsion hit her stomach. Her skin crawled where his fingers pressed into the fabric of her dress. She instinctively shifted her weight, preparing to drive her elbow directly into his ribs.

Grayson felt her muscles coil. He leaned his mouth close to her ear.

“Cooperate with me, Isolde,” he pleaded in a harsh, desperate whisper. “Just for tonight. For the sake of the Lancaster stock price p>

Isolde turned her head slightly and looked at him with eyes colder than liquid nitrogen. She wanted to rip his hand away and break every finger. But she needed Alistair’s momentum for her own endgame.

She forced her facial muscles to relax. She turned back to the blinding wall of camera flashes and curved her lips into a flawless, breathtaking smile that did not reach her eyes.

Grayson tightened his grip on her waist. Together, shoulder to shoulder with Alistair, they projected the perfect illusion of an unbreakable family dynasty.

Down on the marble floor, Belle lowered her hands. She looked up and saw Grayson holding Isolde tightly, smiling for the cameras.

The last remaining thread of Belle’s sanity snapped.

ѕt𝘰𝘳𝘪e𝘴 у𝘰𝗎 wо𝘯’𝘵 pu𝗍 𝘥𝘰wո o𝗇 ѕ.𝘤о𝘮

“Grayson!” Belle shrieked. Her voice was a hysterical, ragged scream that tore straight through the elegant music. “You lied to me! You said you were going to marry me p>

The vulgar outburst shocked the room. Socialites gasped in horror.

Alistair did not even look down. He simply raised his left index finger and made a sharp, downward cutting motion toward the security team.

The four Blackwater contractors lunged forward. Their massive hands clamped down on Belle’s upper arms like steel vices.

Belle thrashed wildly. Her high heels kicked out, scraping against the polished marble. The delicate fabric of her white haute couture gown ripped loudly at the shoulder.

“Let me go!” Belle roared. “Do you know who I am? I am the CEO of InnoTech! I am Kaiden’s mother p>

Cheryl screamed and burst from the crowd, grabbing at one of the security guard’s jackets. Two other guards seized her immediately, pinning her arms behind her back.

The head of security fixed Belle with a blank, robotic stare. “Ms. Escobar,” he announced loudly. “You are now permanently banned from the Waldorf Astoria and all Lancaster properties. Move your feet, or we will have the NYPD arrest you for criminal trespassing p>

The guards did not wait. They lifted Belle and Cheryl partially off the floor and dragged them backward through the crowd of staring billionaires.

As she was hauled away, Belle twisted her neck and locked her eyes on Isolde standing on the stage. Her face was contorted with a demonic, venomous hatred.

Isolde looked down from the stage. She met Belle’s gaze with absolute, crushing indifference — the way a person looks at an insect before stepping on it.

The heavy brass doors of the ballroom slammed shut with a massive, echoing boom.

The screaming was instantly cut off.