Adrian remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand.
His men stepped aside, and the officers led Selena away.
“Dad!” Oliver suddenly called out while Adrian was still lost in thought. “Mom is holding hands with that uncle!”
Adrian looked over.
Isabel and Julian’s fingers were intertwined, smiling for the cameras.
It was no longer the polite smile from before; this one was genuine, radiating happiness.
He wasn't sure if it was because of the drug's success or because Selena was finally dealt with.
But he was wrong about both.
Because Isabel then said—
“This man will be my future husband. I’m incredibly grateful for all his help along the way.”
A reporter couldn’t help but ask, “Husband? Are you and Mr. Blackwell divorced?”
As far as they knew, even after Isabel’s supposed death, Adrian had never made a statement about a divorce.
But he hadn’t explicitly said they weren’t divorced either.
Perhaps it was a sensitive topic, to avoid Selena being labeled as the other woman.
So they must have divorced secretly, without the public knowing.
Isabel clarified, “I filed for divorce a year and a half ago. We’ve been separated all this time. Once the legal period is over, we will have no relationship.”
The press conference had answered all the necessary questions.
The reporters weren’t fools; they could read between the lines.
How they would write the story now depended on how they wanted to capitalize on this wave of traffic.
“Thank you all for your time,” Isabel said as she and Julian left the stage.
Amanda and Evelyn followed them, with Evelyn remembering to take Edmund by the hand.
When they got outside, the entrance to the ballroom was empty.
“That was so satisfying!” Evelyn exclaimed with delight. “Dinner’s on me tonight, order whatever you want!”
Amanda asked, “Can I bring a plus-one?”



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