My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 131

"It’s definitely her! The Vanguard Global Enterprises office building is right on Silverwood Avenue!" Delilah shouted sharply, her eyes glued to Vivienne in the surveillance footage, a flash of resentment flickering in her gaze.

Suddenly, something seemed to click in her mind, and she cursed, "Margaret Stone! It must be that damn Margaret Stone! No wonder she looked so familiar when I first saw Vivienne!"

Miles had been involved with Margaret Stone before he got married, and now, even after marriage, he was still in contact with her!

After more than twenty years, Vivienne—this bitch—had once again stolen her daughter’s man!

What a cruel twist of fate! Mother and daughter—both of them were the same kind of lowlife!

Unable to live without a man!

Isabella still couldn’t believe it—how could such a coincidence happen? Vivienne was actually her father’s illegitimate daughter?

Using her connections, she obtained surveillance footage from along the route.

In the video, Vivienne was originally in a black car, but not far from the office building, the car seemed to break down and stopped at the side of the road. Vivienne got out and walked along Silverwood Avenue, eventually entering the company building.

Isabella zoomed in to check the car’s license plate, and her pupils constricted. Her expression darkened. After a few moments of stunned silence, she snapped and hurled her phone against the wall.

With a crash, the phone shattered into pieces.

Vivienne was actually her father’s illegitimate daughter!

When had her father found out?

And why had he chosen to do a DNA test now?!

Was it because Alexander went public with Vivienne, and her father had given up on her, deciding to acknowledge Vivienne instead?

Ugh! He needed to take a long, hard look at himself before thinking Vivienne would ever accept him!

Although Maxwell Sinclair had come from an ordinary background, he’d had incredible luck—before his death, he donated his liver to Alexander’s grandfather, ensuring Vivienne entered The Hawthorne Dynasty. Even though he’d been gone for many years, he was still praised by many.

But how could Vivienne ever acknowledge Miles?

Isabella took a deep breath to calm herself. "Mom, don’t let Dad and Uncle know about this yet."

With Uncle’s influence, if he found out about Vivienne’s identity, he’d definitely try to get on her good side.

"I know," Delilah gritted through her teeth. "You just focus on resting in the hospital for now."

Vivienne’s POV

As I was about to leave work, I got a call from James. He told me the car had a flat tire and that he’d be returning to swap it out, asking me to wait.

I glanced out the window at the fading daylight. "You can go ahead and leave. I’ll just take a taxi home."

"No, Mr. Alexander insists I make sure you get home safely," James replied, firm.

I didn’t argue, simply telling him to call when he was near.

After finishing up some more work, James called again. "Madam, I’ll be at the building in ten minutes."

"Got it. I’ll wait for you downstairs. No need to go into the garage."

"Alright."

I turned off my computer and the office lights, grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. I stopped by the sidewalk, in front of the building, watching the traffic while I waited for James.

A van pulled up in front of me and stopped.

I thought someone was getting out, so I moved aside.

Suddenly, two men in black jumped out of the van. One quickly covered my mouth with a towel, while the other grabbed me and dragged me into the van.

The van sped off, merging into traffic.

The entire process took less than a minute—just the blink of an eye.

Inside the van, the two men quickly stuffed a towel into my mouth, bound my wrists, and shoved me into the seat at the far end.

At that moment, my phone rang from my bag.

One of the men opened my bag, took out the phone, rejected the call, powered it off, and threw it out the window.

All of this happened in mere minutes!

I sat in the corner, forcing myself to stay calm, keeping a wary eye on the two men.

After thinking for a while, I couldn’t think of anyone who would do this to me.

The only person I might have angered was Isabella, right?

Wasn’t she still in the hospital?

I had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually, the van came to a stop.

The two men dragged me out of the van and, treating me like garbage, tossed me onto the ground.

My hands were bound, offering no support, and my face pressed against the cold ground, searing pain coursing through me. I lay there, unable to move.

I struggled to lift my head and surveyed my surroundings.

The sky had already darkened, and in the faint moonlight, I could barely make out the shapes around me.

I was in a cemetery.

“Ugh!”

A sharp, sudden pain struck me from behind.

A high heel dug into my back, grinding down hard, the pointed heel sinking into my flesh, making it hard to breathe.

“You little slut! Look at you now!”

The woman in the high heels stepped in front of me, bent down, and grabbed my chin, inspecting my face.

It was Margaret Stone, the very woman who had once captivated Miles with that same face of hers!

I stared at the unfamiliar woman, confusion swirling in my mind.

Suddenly, she slapped me hard.

The sound of the slap echoed loudly in the stillness of the cemetery.

The force of the blow sent me sprawling to the ground. Pain surged through my half-numb cheek, followed by a hot, tingling sensation. Soon, my lips were completely numb.

My cheek swelled rapidly, two deep scratches from her nails cutting through my skin, leaving bloody marks.

I lay there, tasting blood at the corner of my mouth.

“You slut, get up! Daring to steal a man from my daughter? Let me teach you a lesson!”

The woman yanked my hair, forcing me to lift my head, the sting of my scalp from the pull making me wince.

I could only manage soft whimpers.

I guessed the woman must be Isabella’s mother, Delilah.

Delilah ordered someone to grab my hair, and with both hands, she began slapping me repeatedly across the face, each strike landing with force.

The slaps left me dazed, my head spinning, stars dancing before my eyes, my cheeks burning, swelling to the point where they felt ready to burst.

The man holding my hair slammed my head against the ground.

I groaned, pain shooting through my skull, the world turning black before me.

The man yanked my hair again, forcing me to look up.

“You shameless little bitch, you must’ve used that sly, fox-like face of yours to trap Alexander, huh? Today, I’ll ruin that face of yours and see if Alexander still wants you!”

Delilah glared at me, pulling a fruit knife from her pocket. She raised it high and brought it down with vicious intent.

“Ugh!”

The sharp pain across my face made me shudder, cold sweat pouring down my forehead.

I felt warm blood dripping down my face.

Delilah waved the knife in front of me, the blood still dripping from its blade.

“I told you not to seduce men! I told you!”

Her fury escalating, Delilah slashed at the other side of my face, carving two deep cuts.

My body trembled, the burning pain spreading across my face, my eyes swelling, turning red and blurry.

Fresh blood streamed down my cheek, dripping onto the ground.

Delilah stared at my pitiful state, nodding in satisfaction.

“Maxwell Sinclair.” She dropped the knife, reading the name on the nearby tombstone. “This must be your father’s grave, right? Dig him up for me! This is the price you pay for being Alexander’s wife!”

Hearing her words, I struggled violently, muffled sobs escaping me.

No!

Seeing my resistance, Delilah grinned triumphantly. “Hurry up! Vivienne can’t wait!”

Two men, along with the driver, quickly used pickaxes to break through the cement on the grave and unearthed the coffin inside.

“Ugh!”

My pupils contracted, tears welling in my eyes as I stared at my father’s coffin.

No!

Dad!

Delilah sneered. “Vivienne, remember this: Maxwell Sinclair will never rest in peace, all because of you, you worthless slut!”

With that, she kicked the coffin with all her might, signaling for the others to set it on fire.