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Chapter 719
Chapter 719:
The air in the room stopped moving. Every camera flash charged up, ready to fire.
Belle’s sugary voice hung in the cold air of the ballroom.
Several old-money patriarchs standing near the front row visibly cringed, tightening their jaws in profound distaste.
Alistair’s wrinkled fingers tightened slowly around the gold eagle head of his cane. There was no hot anger in his face — only a chilling, absolute-zero emptiness. He did not look at Belle. He turned his head slightly and locked his eyes on Grayson, who stood paralyzed a few yards away.
Alistair leaned into the silver microphone.
“Grayson,” he said. His voice was perfectly calm, which made the insult infinitely worse. “I need to re-evaluate the budget for your security detail p>
The entire ballroom stopped breathing. Journalists held their fingers tightly over their shutter buttons.
“Why,” Alistair continued, his voice dropping to a freezing whisper that carried through every speaker in the hall, “is there a completely uneducated, irrelevant stranger standing at the steps of my family’s centennial stage p>
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗻
The words were a physical backhand across Belle’s face.
The smile died on her lips instantly. Her facial muscles went slack with violent shock. The blood drained from her cheeks, leaving her skin a sickly gray.
Belle swayed. She opened her mouth, her voice trembling with panic.
“Grandpa, it is me, Belle,” she stammered, taking a desperate half-step up the stairs. “I am Kaiden’s p>
“Shut your mouth p>
Alistair’s command cracked like a leather whip. The sheer force and disgust in his voice made Belle physically flinch backward.
“Only those who carry the Lancaster name, or those officially recognized by this family, have the right to breathe the air near this stage,” Alistair stated. His eyes dropped to her at last. “What exactly are you? How dare you attempt to soil this position p>
A low wave of cruel laughter rippled through the crowd of wealthy socialites. Quiet whispers turned into open, vicious mockery.
A wave of intense nausea hit Belle’s stomach. Her ears began to ring. She felt entirely naked, stripped of her fabricated elite armor in front of five hundred of the most powerful people in the country.
She whipped her head around to find Grayson. Tears of hot humiliation spilled over her lashes. She stared at him, silently begging him to step forward and defend her.
Grayson’s jaw was locked so tight his teeth ground together. His hands were curled into fists at his sides. But under the crushing, absolute gravity of his grandfather’s presence, he could not move a single muscle. He stood there and said nothing.
Alistair looked away from the crying woman. He lifted his chin. His eyes swept the crowd and locked onto the vibrant splash of crimson silk.
The ice in the old man’s eyes thawed by a fraction of a degree. He adjusted his posture, showing a rigid, formal respect.
“Isolde Carson Lancaster,” Alistair announced into the microphone, pronouncing every syllable with heavy, deliberate weight.
The crowd immediately split wide open. The spotlights swung away from Belle and found Isolde.