Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 123

Theodore had a meeting in the afternoon, so he headed back to the office first. Isabella changed into a new outfit and prepared for her next confrontation. She was going to see Queenie.

She knew Queenie's flight was at 8:00 pm, so their meeting was scheduled for 7:00 pm. Right at 7:00 pm, she made her entrance.

She wore a tailored ivory trench coat, with her hair perfectly styled and her makeup flawless. When she looked at Queenie, a faint, knowing smile curved her lips.

Queenie's eyes were immediately filled with undisguised hatred. She hated Isabella, convinced she had stolen everything from her.

Isabella didn't flinch at her venomous gaze. She walked straight to the seat across from her, sat down, and fixed her eyes on Queenie.

Queenie sneered coldly, "Ms. Moore, I didn't invite you to sit! Aren't you being a little too bold?"

Isabella let out a light laugh, the curve of her lips radiating the calm confidence of a winner. "Didn't you ask me out? My editor told me you called at least ten times to set this up. I thought I'd be polite and meet you just this once, for the sake of Theodore, since you went to such lengths to ask me personally."

"What did you say?" Queenie jumped up in shock, staring at her in disbelief. "Are you Glamoore? No way!"

Isabella's fingers traced the rim of her glass, the bubbles from the champagne sparkling lightly. She looked up with a composed smile. "Why not? Ms. Klein, what did you expect Glamoore to look like?"

Queenie froze, her face turning pale and then flushed. She glared at Isabella, struggling to accept that she was Glamoore.

"I don't believe it!" Queenie shouted angrily and pulled out her phone, dialing Isabella's editor right in front of her.

When the call connected, Queenie demanded, "What's Glamoore's real name?"

The editor on the other end was caught off guard but quickly replied, "I'm sorry, Ms. Klein. I can't say without Glamoore's permission."

"Then, tell me her last name."

The editor hesitated.

Queenie threatened, "If you don't tell me, I'll post her photo online the moment I see her! Let's see how long she keeps hiding like a coward!"

The editor panicked. "Moore… Her last name is Moore!"

Queenie stared into Isabella's unwavering eyes, ready to speak again, but her phone rang just then. It was Emma calling her to remind her about her flight.

Queenie paused for a few seconds, then stood while saying lightly, "Isabella, you win. But bear in mind that you won't be the winner forever."

Isabella didn't respond and merely took a sip of her water.

Queenie grabbed her bag, gave Isabella one last look, said nothing more, and hurried out. Outside, Emma's car was waiting.

"Ms. Klein, it's almost time," Emma said politely.

Queenie didn't even look at her as she opened the car door and slid in.

Caleb drove them to the airport. The ride was silent until they arrived, and as Queenie prepared to get out, she asked, "Where is he?"

Caleb cleared his throat. "Ms. Klein, Mr. Sinclair asked me to convey this to you… Isabella was never anyone's substitute. Back then, he brought you home from the streets only because your eyes reminded him of her… Queenie, you're the substitute."