Chapter 888
After lowering the binoculars, Julliard picked up his phone and issued his next order.
“Keep the smear campaign against Victoria running. Don’t stop. Pay off some of the contestants. If Victoria dares to show her face again, make sure she gets taken care of.”
‘A mere illegitimate daughter thinks she can actually replace Sharon? Dream on.’ Julliard smirked.
Sharon was soft-hearted. Because Victoria was family, she wouldn’t strike first. But he had no such scruples. This was Listoria City-his territory. If Victoria dared to appear here, he would ensure she received a lesson she would never forget.
By the time Jamie and Johanna arrived, what they saw nearly made their blood boil. Victoria was surrounded by a mob, pelted with garbage, eggs, and bottles while vicious curses rained down on her.
Victoria had regained consciousness. This time, she didn’t faint again. Head bowed, her long hair veiled her face, hiding whatever expression lay beneath.
Cole carried her on his back, but with only Lex beside him, the two men couldn’t shield her from everything. The mob didn’t dare close in, but they hurled whatever they had from a distance. Lex managed to deflect some of it, but it was useless.
Jamie’s eyes burned scarlet with fury. He strode forward, ripped a dagger from his belt, and with one fluid motion hurled it at a man mid-swing.
“Ahhh!”
The blade pierced the attacker’s hand clean through, blood gushing as the man howled.
The sight of blood threw the crowd into chaos, fear rippling through them like wildfire.
Cold light flickered in Jamie’s eyes as he advanced on the wounded man, intent on finishing him.
Lex frowned and stepped in to block him.
Jamie’s murderous gaze locked onto him. That look-feral, bloodthirsty-made even Lex’s heart jolt.
“You fear consequences,” Jamie’s voice was ice, “but I don’t.”
Lex lowered his tone. “Victoria is still here. Do you really want her to witness this? Think— these people got here too quickly. Someone planned this. Others are watching from the shadows. If you spill blood now, they’ll twist it and make Victoria the murderer. Do you want to drag her into that?”
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At Victoria’s name, Jamie’s killing urge faltered. He ground down the rage in his chest, his voice hoarse and edged with frost.
“Take her to my place. It’s safe. No one gets in without my word.”
Lex gave a short nod.
With the dagger still jutting from a bloodied hand and Jamie’s presence radiating menace, no one dared move against them. The mob could only watch helplessly as they left with Victoria.
At the Walton family estate, Lex’s assistant handed him a folder of findings. He scanned it, then passed a tablet to Jamie.
“See for yourself.”
Jamie accepted it. From the screen came a woman’s shrill voice.
“You’ve got it all wrong. Your ‘goddess’ Victoria is the one who was born of a mistress! She’s the illegitimate daughter. A counterfeit dares to flaunt herself before the true heiress? Where’s her shame?”
Jamie’s handsome face darkened, his expression twisting into something razor-sharp and deadly.
“Who is she? Is she the one spreading this filth about Sharon?”
Lex’s lips curled coldly. “Her name is Wendy Cohen. She’s Sharon’s close friend. Sharon was there in person when this was recorded.” 1
Jamie watched the video further. Sure enough, Sharon’s figure appeared on screen.
Lex sneered. “Notice she never speaks herself-just lets her friend act as her mouthpiece. That way, nothing can be pinned on her directly. But you and I both know-without Sharon whispering in the dark, would Wendy ever dare say something like this?”
A shadow colder than steel passed through Jamie’s eyes. His gaze glinted with a murderous chill.
