Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Hearing the Gunshot

Teresa was so furious she let out a bitter laugh. With a stiff nod, she turned and started toward the other end of the corridor.

The bodyguards had locked the little boy in one of the suite’s adjoining rooms. His cries had been clearly audible the whole way down the hall, and even now, she could still hear him–broken, muffled subs coming through the door.

Wilson motioned for one of the men to block her path again. “Ms. Moore, if you’re heading back to your room, you’re going the wrong way.”

“I’m just checking on the child.”

She didn’t bother looking back, her tone icy as she addressed the guards. “Have you all lost your

I’m the daughter of this household. Why are you watching me like I’m some kind of cri

“Because you’re Sander’s mother.”

Wilson’s reply carried a trace of amusement, each word like a fine needle pressing steadily against Teresa’s chest.

Inside the room, Isabella tried calling Nathan.

The phone rang several times before a woman’s voice picked up.

“Hello?”

“Why are you answering his phone? Where’s Grandpa?”

Isabella was taken aback. Across from her, Stanley’s gaze–which had been drifting over her–sharpened and darkened.

But before she could say another word, the call was abruptly disconnected.

She tried redialing, but the line wouldn’t go through.

Just then, Stanley pushed himself up with his cane and began moving slowly toward her. The Carter family heiress,” he repeated, his tone flat. “Isabella, you really have changed these past five years. I never thought you’d lie to my face like this.”

To protect her child, Isabella had thrown all her cards on the table, betting everything on this private negotiation with Stanley.

Her only leverage was her identity as the Carter heiress

No matter how influential the Moore family was domestically, they still respected–and hesitated to cross -the Carters‘ international standing.

If Isabella truly was the Carter heiress, Stanley would have sat down with her immediately, all smiles, ready to discuss terms.

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Teresa was so furious she let out a bitter laugh. With a stiff nod, she turned and started toward the other end of the corridor.

The bodyguards had locked the little boy in one of the suite’s adjoining rooms. His cries had been clearly audible the whole way down the hall, and even now, she could still hear him–broken, muffled sobs coming through the door.

Wilson motioned for one of the men to block her path again. “Ms. Moore, if you’re heading back to your room, you’re going the wrong way.”

“I’m just checking on the child.”

She didn’t bother looking back, her tone icy as she addressed the guards. “Have you all lost to

I’m the daughter of this household. Why are you watching me like I’m some kind of crir

“Because you’re Sander’s mother.”

Wilson’s reply carried a trace of amusement, each word like a fine needle pressing steadily against Teresa’s chest.

Inside the room, Isabella tried calling Nathan.

The phone rang several times before a woman’s voice picked up.

“Hello?”

“Why are you answering his phone? Where’s Grandpa?”

Isabella was taken aback. Across from her, Stanley’s gaze–which had been drifting over her–sharpened

and darkened.

But before she could say another word, the call was abruptly disconnected.

She tried redialing, but the line wouldn’t go through.

Just then, Stanley pushed himself up with his cane and began moving slowly toward her. “The Carter family heiress,” he repeated, his tone flat. “Isabella, you really have changed these past five years. I never thought you’d lie to my face like this.”

To protect her child, Isabella had thrown all her cards on the table, betting everything on this private negotiation with Stanley,

Her only leverage was her identity as the Carter heiress/

No matter how influential the Moore family was domestically, they still respected–and hesitated to cross -the Carters‘ international standing.

If Isabella truly was the Carter heiress, Stanley would have sat down with her immediately, all smiles, ready

to discuss terms.

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Even if he’d already offended the Carters earlier.

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In the world of high–stakes business, there were no permanent enemies–only permanent interests. Stanley was certain the Carters operated by the same principle.

“I’m not lying.” Isabella’s expression remained steady. “You can verify it yourself. Check whether the n of my return aligns with the Carter heiress coming back with substantial capital. No one else could have funded the Whitmans the way I did.”

Stanley allowed a thin smile. “You’re right–what you’re saying does sound plausible.”

He paused, stopping directly in front of her. “But the world is full of coincidences. It’s not impossible that you’re just… borrowing the name.”

Isabella met his eyes.

His tone wasn’t one of outright disbelief, but there was a clear undertone of skepticism.

“I’ve heard the old man dotes on his youngest granddaughter the most. That’s why he har large investment fund–to let you gain some real–world experience.”

Stanley spoke slowly, each word deliberate.

If she really was the favorite, why couldn’t she get through on the phone?

If she was in trouble, why was no one answering?

Once she’d returned, was everyone suddenly too busy to stay in touch?

Stanley didn’t buy it.

Isabella stayed quiet for a long moment before responding softly, “Rumors are just rumors. My grandpa has more than one granddaughter. His affection… only extends as far as my father’s influence.”

Because her father–and Hannah’s–was Nathan’s chosen successor, the one who handled things exactly as he liked, she and her sister held some standing in the family.

But when it came to genuine fondness, Nathan reserved that for the grandchildren he’d raised himself.

Her uncle’s youngest daughter–the one who’d just hung up on her–was Natalie Carter.

Natalie had always been arrogant and entitled. She’d never gotten along with Isabella or Hannah. Especially after Isabella’s father won Nathan’s favor, Natalie had made a habit of undermining them at every turn.

Nathan saw it all and never intervened.

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