Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 The Revelation

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Everyone was mingling and chatting, some scrolling through their phones, completely unaware of what she had just done.

A gasp rippled through the crowd. “Muddlehead… is Ms. Foster!”

So Isabelle was actually Muddlehead.

Oh my god.

It was really true.

Muddlehead knew everyone here–just like the rumors said.

But Isabelle had been right there earlier, and Celeste had mentioned Muddlehead might have stepped out to the restroom.

So… did that mean Celeste didn’t actually know Muddlehead at all?

All eyes shifted toward Celeste, who stood frozen, her face flushed with embarrassment.

No one said it aloud, but their glances were loaded with skepticism and subtle scorn.

Celeste opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.

Isabelle smiled calmly. “That’s right, I am Muddlehead.”

Then she glanced briefly in Celeste’s direction.

The crowd’s attention followed her gaze, landing squarely on Celeste.

A society girl who loved drama whispered just loud enough to be heard, “Didn’t Celeste claim to know Muddlehead? From the looks of it earlier, she might have even offended her.”

Neither Diana nor Isabelle responded to the comment.

“Thank you, Ms. Snow, for your generous praise of my design/ Isabelle said, her lips curving into a polite smile as she nodded at Celeste.

Celeste clutched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white. Rage burned behind her eyes, and she gritted her teeth so hard she could almost hear them strain.

This woman was something else.

She’d set an elaborate trap just to humiliate her–using herself as bait in such a refined, transparent scheme.

The person in the courtyard lounge had been her all along.

And Isabelle had known Celeste was lying from the start, yet she waited, allowing Celeste to wear the outhg

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she herself had designed, just to promote it.

All while mocking her at every turn, without leaving a trace.

Shame and hatred rushed through her like scalding blood.

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When they’d first met, she’d seemed like a soft, harmless little thing. Who would’ve thought she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, now devouring her whole without leaving a crumb?

Celeste felt like a clown stripped bare, laughed at by everyone present.

And yet, she had to force a smile and bow her head in praise of Isabelle’s work.

“You’re too kind, Ms. Foster. It’s just that your work is so exceptional–wearing it naturally draws everyone’s attention.” Celeste forced out through clenched teeth.

She didn’t dare let her composure slip, afraid of becoming the target of open ridicule.

It was the first time she realized a woman could be this terrifying. She’d hidden it perfectly.

“So, Ms. Snow,” another socialite spoke up from the crowd, “did you actually know Muddlehead was Ms. Foster?”

All eyes were on Celeste again, including those of Layla and Yuri, who stood nearby.

They both knew Celeste–after all, she was Sean’s daughter.

Yuri leaned toward Layla and murmured softly, “Just look at her face. I don’t buy it for a second. Did you see the headlines? Mr. Snow assaulted a college student and now he’s missing–probably arrested. His daughter…”

She didn’t finish the thought, but the unspoken “like father, like daughter” hung in the air.

Celeste caught every word of the not–so–subtle remark.

Isabelle stated coolly, “I’m not close with her.”

Celeste tightened her grip on her dress.

Diana gave a light chuckle. “Ms. Snow, your two hundred thousand has been received. Thank you for the resources you provided to the studio.”

Whispers broke out across the room.

So the gown wasn’t a gift from Damian after all. Now the truth was out.

Celeste’s reaction said everything.

“She really talked big…”

“Like father, like daughter. Those headlines are everywhere…”

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People began pulling out their phones, scrolling through social media and news feeds.

Celeste, panicked, tried to slip away, but several police officers entered the venue.

“Excuse me,” one officer called out. “Which one of you is Celeste Snow?”

Every head turned toward Celeste, and the officer spotted her immediately.

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“You’re suspected of intentional assault. Please come with us,” he said, stepping forward to escort her.

“Let go of me! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Celeste shook off the officer’s hand.

“The explosion at the villa and the one at Isadiana Studio–restricted explosives were found at both scenes. We need you to cooperate. Do not interfere with official duty,” the officer stated sternly.

Celeste was led away, her reputation in ruins.

Isabelle smiled and gave a small wave. “Bye now.”

The party was halfway through, and Sienna still hadn’t arrived.

But she’d sent a text saying she was out walking with Blaze.

Isabelle and the others weren’t too worried anymore.

Just then, Damian approached, glass in hand.

Isabelle and Diana were still surrounded by a group chatting animatedly.

“Pardon me,” Damian said politely, waiting to the side.

The crowd quickly made space for him.

“Mr. Cross…” several greeted respectfully.

He was, after all, one of the guests of honor that evening.

Damian nodded with a courteous smile. “My apologies for interrupting. I was just wondering… is it my turn yet in Mrs. Cross‘ queue?”

His calm gaze settled on Isabelle.

Isabelle offered a faint smile in return.

“Mrs. Cross?” A few guests exchanged curious looks–some still didn’t know who Mrs. Cross was

They followed Damian’s gaze directly to Isabelle.

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