Chapter 282
The groups that barged in were divided into two formations. The men stepped forward in unison, shouting, “I object to their relationship p>
Then, one by one, they voiced their reasons:
“Isabella, we haven’t officially broken up yet. I never agreed to it! You can’t just ditch me for another guy—it’s not just cheating, it’s outright two-timing p>
“Isabella, you’re the mother of my child! You promised we’d spend the rest of our lives together, and now you want to abandon us p>
“Hey, you said once you got rich, you’d take care of me. Now that you’ve made it, you can’t just go back on your word p>
Each of them had a story, each one tied to Isabella’s unresolved romantic debts. The sheer number of them could’ve formed an entire regiment!
Under normal circumstances, no one would’ve believed their claims. But with those earlier scandals and Isabella’s own panicked confession, the crowd instinctively leaned toward believing them. One voice after another spilled the tea, and the murmurings began:
“I heard Isabella’s only eighteen, right p>
“Eighteen and already involved with that many guys? That’s a mess p>
“A mess? That’s not even the word for it—it’s outright shameless!” “Someone so young already so messy—throwing curses around no less. Honestly, compared to Miss Lisette Cavendish, it’s like night and day. I’m beginning to think Amber West’s accusations might have some truth to them p>
“Exactly! ’Birds of a feather, flock together?’ Nah, this is more like ’garbage finds garbage.’ These two really stink alike p>
Isabella Delaney was losing her mind. She wanted to defend herself, explain one by one, but she didn’t even get the chance to speak.
Meanwhile, Amber West’s entourage wasn’t holding back either. The group of women shouted at the top of their lungs, each trying to outdo the other:
“Maverick, how could you do this to me! I’m pregnant with your child, and you’re about to marry another woman? My heart is shattered p>
“Mav, every time there was gossip about you with someone else, you told me it was all fake—promised me to just hold on, keep quiet. Hell, I did exactly what you wanted! And this is my reward? Watching you marry someone else p>
“Maverick Ramsey! I’m here for my money! You tricked me into investing, and I’m still waiting for you to pay me back. Don’t even think about having your engagement until I get paid p>
The crowd, who had just been gossiping about Maverick’s character, fell silent, stunned by the chaos unfolding.
“Not just lying about love, but money too? Wow p>
“This guy is such a scumbag p>
“I’m starting to believe Maverick really would go after the Cavendish family’s fortune now! His morals are rock-bottom!”Some counted the crowd causing trouble. “You gotta admit, Maverick and Isabella are quite the match—one’s a player, the other’s a heartbreaker. It’s like they were made for each other p>
Maverick’s veins were about ready to pop.
Who dragged these people here? Whoever did it deserves the worst!
“Maverick p>
Amid the chaos, Isabella tugged at Maverick’s sleeve, her voice questioning, “Are… are those women telling the truth p>
Furious and already at the limit of his patience, Maverick shot her a sharp look. “Absolutely not! This is all Lisette’s doing—wake up! She’s trying to ruin us p>
Feeling a shred of confidence under Maverick’s denial, Isabella raised her voice above the questioning murmurs. “It’s fake! All of it is fake p>
Turning the blame onto Lisette, she pointed an accusing finger. “It’s her! Everything was her doing p>
“Lisette Cavendish! You’re stopping at nothing to wreck my relationship with Maverick—even pulling this stunt at my engagement party. What kind of person does that p>
Lisette met her glare with an unruffled calm. “The truth… well, let’s let the evidence do the talking p>
And then, as if on cue p>
A guy, clearly proud of himself, stepped forward and puffed his chest as he declared, “I’ve got evidence—the procedure forms? Yeah, I signed ’em p>
An older man chimed in, “I’ve even got pictures—ones where we were… cozy, let’s say p>
“Me too! I’ve got some, too p>
One by one, the men started pulling out proof. Tobias Hastings leaned back against his chair and gave instructions to the manager of the venue: “Connect the LED. Let everyone verify whether these pieces of evidence are real or fake p>
The manager glanced at Bryce Cavendish, who nodded lightly. Taking the cue, he responded with a crisp “Sure” and began arranging the projection.
Isabella Delaney was already panicking, shifting nervously on her feet. Her palms were damp with sweat.
What now? What now p>
The memories of the past started flooding back—living like a wanderer, jumping from school to school, constantly getting picked on no matter where she went. It was a routine now: the moment she landed in a new place, she’d make sure to cling to the school bully as fast as she could.
Let’s be real, how else was a girl supposed to win over a man—other than… doing that, right? And whenever she was broke, she couldn’t count on her parents for help. It wasn’t like she had any other options, but to find some rich older man who’d be willing to toss her some cash.
This was how she survived all these years. She never really saw it as a big deal before—why obsess over what people might think when you didn’t even know where you’d end up tomorrow? But now… Now, standing under the unrelenting gaze of these upper-class ladies—these seemingly flawless socialites flashing nothing but condescending smirks, she could literally feel her face burning with shame.
Her thoughts whirled, scrambling for an excuse, for anything to salvage the situation.
And then, out came: “Not all those people are telling the truth! I didn’t sleep with that many men p>
Curtis Cavendish clicked his tongue and said, “Wow, hands down the best self-exposure I’ve heard this year p>
Isabella: Emma was frantic, watching her daughter’s reputation being utterly shredded. She stepped forward hurriedly, unable to bear it any longer.
Criticizing her daughter was useless now, so she cast a bitter glance at Curtis, her voice tinged with reproach. “Isabella is your cousin. When she’s humiliated like this, what do you gain? Doesn’t the shame reflect on the Cavendish family too? How could you possibly join in mocking her p>
Curtis waved his hand dismissively, his expression screaming “not my problem.” “Aunt Emma, please. Isabella doesn’t carry the ‘Cavendish’ name. Even if she embarrasses herself, it’s not dragging our family down p>
“You p>
Emma was so furious she almost cursed out loud.
She could almost swear Curtis had come back this time just to stir trouble for her and Isabella.
Watching his son act so recklessly, Marshall gave a light cough, signaling for Curtis to tone it down. “Curtis p>
“Dad, I’m just stating facts,” Curtis replied, his face all youthful charm and nonchalant confidence. No matter what he said, his relaxed demeanor made it impossible for anyone to see him as overly aggressive.
For instance, right now, as he openly poked at Emma’s pride, the contrast between her rage-filled face and his easygoing attitude almost made it seem as though she was bullying him.
Daphne reached for her son’s sleeve, giving him a firm but gentle tug, her tone straightforward. “Curtis, there are so many people here. Do you really have to blurt out the truth? Show your aunt a bit of respect—she’s had a tough time over the years.” Curtis Cavendish grinned, showing off his perfectly white teeth: “Okay, Mom p>
Daphne Delaney quickly stopped her son and turned to Emma Delaney: “Alright, I’ve already scolded him. You can go on p>
Emma Delaney: p>
What am I supposed to go on with?
I beg you—stop meddling! Just watch your own mouth for once!
Now, with no way to back down from this mess, she was left with no choice but to order the security guards to kick those people out. Before she could even speak, Isabella Delaney jumped in, her tone aggressive and defiant: “Yes! I don’t have the surname Cavendish, so what?! I’m still my mom’s biological daughter! Your own cousin p>
“What about your sister with the Cavendish surname? She’s nothing but a fake, a country bumpkin who got lucky p>
“She’s already found her real parents and yet she clings onto that name, refuses to change her name or surname, and shamelessly sticks around at the Cavendish house. Isn’t it obvious she’s after their wealth and status p>
“You’re all so dumb, completely fooled by her lies p>
Boom!
This was way bigger than Maverick Ramsey scheming for the Cavendish fortune or Isabella Delaney’s wild personal escapades.