Chapter 399

The folder slammed onto the table, scattering a stack of photographs.

Isabella Valentine recoiled as if burned the moment her fingers grazed the edge of a photo. Her pupils contracted violently, lips trembling uncontrollably.

The woman in the photos was unmistakably her.

The grotesque images churned her stomach. Men of different races and nationalities, twisted in repulsive positions—while she wore an expression of sickening pleasure.

"This... can't be real." Her voice cracked. "These are all fakes!"

She grabbed the photos in a frenzy, shredding them with her nails. The screeching sound of paper tearing filled the room.

Zachary Evans watched coldly before pulling a USB drive from his suit pocket. "Tear them all you want, Ms. Valentine. The originals are here."

"Who gave these to you?" She lunged at him, nails digging into his arm. "Was it that bitch Sophia Lowell?"

He shoved her away in disgust, wiping his sleeve with a handkerchief. "Mr. Roscente has known your true colors for a while. Why do you think he sent you to Hong Kong?"

He flicked the last photo forward. In a dimly lit private room, Isabella was greedily inhaling white powder, surrounded by naked men sprawled across the floor.

"You know the penalty for this in our country."

Her legs gave out, collapsing into the chair. The gravity of the threat finally sank in.

Zachary tossed another file onto the table. "Shall I remind you about last night's hit-and-run?"

The papers fanned out, capturing the moment her assistant was sent flying by the impact. Isabella's entire body shook, nails scraping the tabletop.

"What... do you want?" Her voice splintered.

"Mr. Roscente gave you chances." His gaze bore down on her. "Starting from your first attempt on Ms. Lowell."

Isabella erupted into hysterical laughter. "I'm about to become Mrs. Roscente! You dare touch me? The Roscente family will burn with me!"

Expressionless, Zachary collected the evidence. "Try it, Ms. Valentine. Let's see if the Valentines can protect a drug-addicted murderer."

As he turned to leave, she hurled a teacup at him. Porcelain exploded against the wall, shards scattering like shrapnel.

"Tell Ethan Roscente," she screamed, voice raw with madness, "I'll drag Sophia Lowell to hell with me!"