Chapter 410
Chapter 410:
Seraphina leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table, swirling her wine glass with a malicious glint in her eyes. “You don’t hunt, do you, Isolde?” she asked, her voice drenched in false innocence.
Isolde picked up her silver fork. “No p>
“I didn’t think so,” Seraphina smirked. “You always seemed more like a scavenger. Waiting for others to do the work p>
Belle, seated near Grayson, let out a high, breathy giggle. “Collecting alimony is a full-time job p>
Isolde calmly cut a small piece of the meat without looking up. “I only hunt when it is absolutely necessary,” she replied smoothly.
Seraphina wasn’t finished. She leaned closer and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper audible to the entire table. “Is that why you spend so much time with Arland Roth? Rumor has it you two were very close during the marriage. It certainly explains why you left so easily p>
The entire table went dead silent. Every piece of silverware stilled.
It was a blatant, public accusation of infidelity.
Grayson froze. His hand closed around the carving knife until his knuckles turned white. A dark flush crept up his neck. “Seraphina,” he growled, his voice vibrating with lethal warning. “That is enough p>
“What?” Seraphina feigned shock. “Everyone is thinking it. She practically lives at his office p>
Isolde slowly opened her hand.
𝗦𝘩а𝗿𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝗿 𝗍𝗁оug𝗁𝘁ѕ 𝗼ո ѕ.cо𝗺
The heavy silver fork dropped onto the fine china plate.
Clang.
The sharp, metallic sound cut through the tension like a gunshot.
Isolde looked up. She didn’t look at Seraphina. She looked directly at Grayson.
“I left,” she said, her voice ringing with absolute, terrifying clarity, “because I was the only person actually participating in the marriage p>
She turned her head slowly. Her cold, dead eyes settled on Belle.
“We all know exactly who the third person in that bed was p>
Belle’s face drained of all color. She looked as though she had been struck. She shrank back in her chair, eyes darting frantically around the table. “I — I am just a business partner!” she stammered, her voice shrill with panic.
Isolde stood up. She pushed her chair back — it scraped loudly against the hardwood — and looked at the matriarch.
“Thank you for the hospitality, Beatrice p>
She looked down at her untouched plate. “But I have entirely lost my appetite p>
She reached down and took Effie’s hand. “We are leaving p>
Grayson shot up from his chair. The carving knife clattered onto the table. “Isolde p>
Isolde didn’t turn her head. She walked out of the dining room with her spine perfectly straight, Effie’s hand held firmly in hers, and didn’t stop until she was inside her car, driving fast down the gravel driveway, putting the toxic fortress behind her.
As she merged onto the highway, her phone rang through the Bluetooth system.
It was Harper Vance.
“Isolde!” Harper’s voice was frantic. “I just heard about the Leland contract. Belle locked up the supply chain. I am so sorry. What are you going to do p>
Isolde stared at the road ahead. The anger from dinner faded, replaced by the cold, calculating thrill of the impending kill.
A slow, dark smile spread across her face.
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