Chapter 15
Phoebe woke up close to noon.
She had tossed and turned all night, her mind full of Elliot’s abnormal attitude and Isabelle’s cold eyes.
She rubbed her temples and decided to fill her stomach before figuring out what to do next.
However, when she walked into the dining room, she found only one breakfast setting on the table–Isabelle was leisurely eating toast with a cup of black coffee beside her.
“Where’s my breakfast?” Phoebe frowned and asked.
Isabelle didn’t look up, finishing her last bite of toast before lazily glancing at her: “If you want to eat, go ask the cook to make something.”
She wiped the corner of her mouth. “I made this myself. There’s only one serving.”
Phoebe felt a tightness in her chest, suppressing her anger: “Then have the cook make some now!”
Isabelle chuckled softly, stood up, and walked right past her without sparing her an extra glance.
Phoebe clenched her fists in anger and rushed toward the kitchen, only to find it empty except for a young maid cleaning dishes.
“Where’s the cook?!” she demanded.
The maid was startled by her tone, answering carefully: “The cook took the day off to go home…”
“Then why does Isabelle have food?!”
“The… the madam made it herself…” the maid said with her head down, her voice getting smaller.
Phoebe’s face darkened as she stormed out, slamming the door.
She returned to her bedroom hungry, too angry to even drink water.
Just then, her phone rang–it was the private investigator.
She immediately answered, and the voice on the other end was hushed: “Miss Evans, I’ve found something.”
“Tell me!” she commanded impatiently.
“The night before the wedding, surveillance captured someone identical to Isabelle Albright leaving the Sinclair estate.” The investigator paused. “Also, I found that three years ago, the Albright family made a deal with the previous Isabelle, though the details are unclear, it seems related to a marriage substitution.”
Phoebe’s pupils contracted, her fingers unconsciously tightening: “Do you have evidence?”
“Photos and copies of transaction records. Do you want to come get them now?”
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“Send me the address, I’ll be right there!”
After hanging up, Phoebe quickly changed clothes, put on sunglasses and a hat, and quietly left the villa.
Half an hour later, she met the private investigator at a secluded café,
He handed her a manila envelope, saying in a low voice: “All the materials are in here, including surveillance screenshots and the Albright family’s financial transaction records.“.
Phoebe eagerly opened it, and after flipping through a few pages, a cold smile curved her lips.
Just as she thought! The current Isabelle had been replaced!
She paid the final fee, stuffed the materials into her bag, and walked back in high spirits.
Now she wanted to see how long that impostor could keep up her arrogance!
However, just as she returned to the villa entrance, she ran into Isabelle who was about to go out.
The two locked eyes, and this time Phoebe no longer hid her intentions, directly lifting her chin provocatively: “Isabelle, oh wait… should I call you by a different name?”
Isabelle paused, looking at her coldly.
Phoebe waved the document folder in her hand, her smile smug: “I already know your secret. If you don’t want Elliot to kick you out, you better get on your knees and apologize to me right now!”
Isabelle looked at her expressionlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled: “Psycho.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Phoebe was completely enraged by her attitude and rushed forward, grabbing her wrist: “Stop pretending! Let me tell you, this
evidence is enough to make you-”
Before she could finish, Isabelle suddenly jerked her hand away. Caught off guard, Phoebe slipped and fell backward!
“Ahhh-!”
In her panic, she desperately grabbed onto Isabelle’s clothing, and both of them tumbled down the stairs together!
The sound of bodies hitting the steps mixed with Phoebe’s screams, and finally, both crashed heavily onto the first–floor landing.
Photos and documents from the folder scattered everywhere.
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