Chapter 391
Master Xingyun agreed to help without even asking for details.
Isabella Langley bit her lower lip until it bled, her nails digging crescent moons into her palms. She longed to intervene but remained frozen, her face ashen.
"Little sister, you seem to have something to say?" Evelyn Roland's lips curved slightly, her eyes glinting with icy disdain.
Isabella opened her mouth, but no words came out. Humiliation burned through her like never before.
Her gaze instinctively sought Sophia Roland and the others, hoping they would defend her as they always had.
This time, she was met with four pairs of disappointed eyes. The family who once doted on her now stood silent.
"Dad..."
"Mom..."
"Alexander..."
"Edward?"
Only silence answered her. The roomful of business tycoons maintained their collective muteness.
Beads of sweat formed on Isabella's forehead.
"Oliver?"
She scanned the crowd, but Oliver Valrose was nowhere to be seen.
Evelyn tapped her fingers against a wooden shelf, waiting with deliberate patience.
When she finally lifted her gaze, it swept across faces filled with guilt, sycophancy, and admiration. Her expression remained impassive. "Alice, distribute the medicinal brew. It reduces swelling and detoxifies."
"Give it to me!"
"I need some too!"
"Don't forget me!"
The tycoons who had remained passive moments ago now surged forward like a pack of wolves. Julian Roland stood at the center, his sharp eyes dissecting the crowd.
The brew was quickly depleted. Those who missed out watched helplessly as Alice "accidentally" spilled the remaining liquid.
"This..."
They gaped in disbelief.
"Evelyn Roland, you're using this as an excuse for personal vengeance!" The men clawed at their inflamed skin, their voices thick with outrage.
"Indeed." Evelyn's reply was crisp.
Their faces turned purple, their scratching hands freezing midair.
"You... You viper!"
"How dare you!"
Even timid Alice flushed with anger, her fists clenched.
Every member of the Roland family had their knuckles whitening with suppressed fury.
Human depravity never failed to astonish.
Evelyn's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them.
Just then—
"Gentlemen, your skin appears thicker than I imagined."
The voice made everyone whirl around.
Evelyn was the last to look up but the first to recognize its owner.
Sebastian Valdemar had arrived.
His towering frame was accentuated by the tailored black suit as he strode forward with measured steps.
"Why are you here? Are your injuries healed? Where's Theodore?"
Evelyn moved toward him, her eyes softening. The man gazed at her with undisguised tenderness. "I'm fine. I heard you came back to the mountain and couldn't stay away."
Then his attention shifted to the hecklers, his expression darkening instantly.