Chapter 213

Odette's plan went down the drain before it even got started. The receptionist recognized her, and the cops took her phone.

When the police figured out what Odette was secretly snapping pics of, they headed straight for Kevin's door.

Kevin answered, looking confused at the two officers. "Uh, is there a problem, officers?"

One of the cops pointed at Odette, who they had in custody, and her confiscated phone. "Sir, we got a report that this woman was secretly taking photos of hotel guests. We found pictures of you on her phone."

"Taking pictures of me?" Kevin's face registered shock, then anger. He, like most people, resented being photographed without consent.

Odette's fists clenched, her face pale. She knew she was busted, but she still hoped to expose an affair between Isabella and Kevin. If she could prove that, they wouldn't dare make a big deal out of this.

Just then, Isabella stepped out of the room. "What's going on, Mr. Hamilton Odette, what are you doing here?"

Isabella looked at Odette, confused.

Odette sneered at Isabella. "Ms. Taylor, you finally slipped up! Didn't you claim to be so loyal to your husband? Why are you sneaking around with Mr. Hamilton in a hotel? I've got the evidence now. This is how you beat Ms. Eve last time, isn't it?"

Isabella's face darkened instantly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As Odette basked in her supposed victory, another woman's voice came from inside the room.

"What's happening, darling? Isabella, what's going on?" Gabrielle stepped out, looking concerned.

Odette's eyes went wide. "Wait, are you three having a threesome?"

Kevin's face twisted with anger. If the cops weren't there, he might have given Odette a piece of his mind.

Kevin stepped aside and spoke loudly, "Ms. Taylor is here to paint a portrait of my wife! If you don't believe me, you can check the room with these officers."

"No way they were doing just portrait painting! This can't be real!" Odette's face turned ashen. If Kevin was telling the truth, she was done for.

Odette rushed into the room, and the two officers followed her, frowning.

The room was spotless, with a painting easel set up in the bedroom. The painting was already halfway done, clearly showing Gabrielle.

"It's over. It really was just potrait painting." Odette trembled, collapsing to the floor.

Isabella walked in, her expression icy. She addressed the two officers, "Ms. Davis is my subordinate. Officers, please take her to the station. I'll be there shortly."

The officers nodded and dragged Odette out.

After the police and Odette left, Isabella looked at Kevin and Gabrielle apologetically.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton. I didn't see this coming," Isabella said, full of regret.

Gabrielle squeezed Isabella's hand and smiled. "Isabella, you're not to blame," she said sympathetically. "Kevin told me about the problems in your department. This isn't just your fault."

Kevin nodded. "I'll talk to your boss about this. I'm sure he'll give me a satisfactory explanation."

Isabella still looked apologetic. She had indeed used Kevin and Gabrielle to some extent.

"Let's not dwell on this. Let's finish the painting," Isabella said, pulling Gabrielle with a smile.

After wrapping up Gabrielle's portrait, it was already late afternoon.

Isabella headed straight to the police station to see Odette.

"Odette, do you understand the gravity of your actions? Taking clandestine photographs of the company's most crucial client-do you think the boss will let you off?" Isabella asked coldly, sitting across from Odette.

Odette lifted her head, glaring at Isabella with pure hatred. She knew she was finished. Even if Madeline wanted to protect her, she had no power against the boss.

"We were so close, just one step away from success. Damn it, why did I have to rush?" Odette muttered to herself.

Isabella sat quietly, waiting for her to calm down before asking with a cold smile, "What are you muttering about? Why don't you share it with me?"

Odette's eyes were icy as she stared back at Isabella. She knew she was completely done for, but she believed Madeline wouldn't abandon her. At the very least, once she was out of detention, Madeline would find her a new job or maybe even give her some money.

"You should go to hell, you bitch!" Odette spat coldly.

Isabella crossed her arms and mocked, "That's not what you were muttering earlier, was it? Let me guess-you and Madeline planned to accuse me of plagiarism after tomorrow's competition results are released?"

Odette's eyes widened, her pupils contracting. She was clearly shaken.

"How did you know?" Odette asked, her hands trembling. Her first thought was that there was a traitor in their midst, but only she and Madeline knew the plan. Could Madeline have betrayed her?

Isabella looked at Odette coldly. "You were wrong from the start. Did you really think I would enter that competition? I've been too busy lately to participate in such a trivial contest. I never even signed up, and Mr. Larson knows that."

"You didn't sign up? For such an important design competition?" Odette screamed. If Isabella was telling the truth, they had been fools from the beginning.

Isabella looked at Odette with pity. "So when I found out I won first place, I knew it was a trap. Don't judge me by your standards. I'm different from you-I don't care about fame and fortune!"