Chapter 589
Chapter 589:
At that moment, Fiona seemed even more infuriating than Gabriela herself.
Cindy noticed Rebecca’s stormy look and carefully offered her comfort.
“Rebecca, Gabriela’s just some undeserving girl who happens to stumble into luck. You don’t need to waste your thoughts on a pest like her p>
Rebecca snapped her gaze toward Cindy, eyes sharp as knives.
T𝗁𝗼u𝗌𝘢𝘯𝗱ѕ o𝘧 𝗿𝖾a𝗱𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝘰𝘯 g𝗮𝗅ո𝗼𝘃elѕ.𝖼о𝘮
“So in your eyes, I’m not even on par with a pest p>
“That’s not what I meant at all,” Cindy blurted, bowing her head even lower, her tone full of deference. “If you want to teach Gabriela a lesson, let me take care of it p>
Rebecca studied her in silence.
Gabriela was nothing but trouble—whoever clashed with her never came out unscathed.
Cindy, on the other hand, was reckless and far too simple-minded.
If Gabriela retaliated again, the fallout might drag her down as well.
Rebecca’s lips curved into a cold sneer.
“Forget it. Leave Gabriela alone for now p>
Cindy dipped her head in quiet obedience.
Yet inside, she was already plotting. Rebecca might tell her to back off now, but if she managed to quietly bring Gabriela down, Rebecca would surely see her in a new light.
Meanwhile, at Gabriela’s house, Fiona fired off her message and leaned back with a smirk, picturing Rebecca’s rage. The thought left her deliciously satisfied.
Because of that, she found her annoyance with Gabriela fading a bit.
Still, she believed Gabriela was a fool to reject her friendship.
Once the clothes were chosen, Gabriela escorted Aubrey and the others to the door. A sleek black Mercedes van idled by the curb.
She instinctively glanced at the license plate—it wasn’t Wesley’s.
Catching herself, she curved her lips in a self-mocking smile and turned back inside.
Once Gabriela’s silhouette faded from sight, the tinted glass slid down to reveal Matthew’s striking features.
His gaze lingered on the villa, sharp yet laced with tension.
“Dig into Gabriela and Wesley’s past,” he ordered, his voice tighter than he intended.
“Understood,” the driver answered promptly.
Staring at the worn building, Matthew exhaled a heavy breath.
He murmured, “Alanna… if Gabriela truly is our daughter, then where on earth are you p>
The driver, though discreet, was no ordinary servant. Once a decorated special forces soldier, he had served as Matthew’s driver and bodyguard for over a decade, his loyalty as unshakable as his skills.
Within days, he unearthed Gabriela’s history.
Her trail was not difficult to follow—twice she had become an internet sensation, her name plastered across headlines, making her past all too easy to investigate.
Matthew sat alone in his study, carefully combing through the stack of files.
When his eyes landed on her mother’s name, followed by her uncle’s, he froze, the color draining from his face.
So his instincts had been right all along—Gabriela was truly his daughter.
His daughter was not only alive, she was flourishing.
A rush of emotions surged through him, nearly knocking the breath from his chest. It took several long minutes before he could rein in the storm inside and force himself to keep reading.
Piece by piece, the connections between Gabriela and Wesley unfolded before him, an intricate web of ties stretching back years.
Then he picked up the flash drive his driver had handed over and began watching the videos one by one.
Onscreen, he saw Marie’s desperate live-streamed suicide attempt, followed by her crazed smears against Gabriela, which had driven countless netizens to unleash a flood of vicious slander at her.
He watched Gabriela remain composed through it all, her calm gaze like steel against the storm.
Then came Farley’s revelations—heart-wrenching footage and testimony exposing the misery of Gabriela’s childhood, laid bare before the media.