Chapter 465 Get Out of the Windsor Family
"You..." Waverly stood dumbfounded.
How could Victoria be standing in the hallway? Who was in the room? And how was she walking—wasn't she injured? Questions flooded Waverly's mind in rapid succession.
In the moment of her confusion, Alexander had already moved to Victoria's side.
"You're standing? Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Victoria's cold demeanor transformed instantly. She softened like a contented cat, her expression becoming gentle and warm.
She shook her head. "I'm fine," she assured him, reaching up to smooth the worry lines from his forehead. "Why do you always furrow your brow like that? Don't worry, I'm perfectly all right."
"Victoria, are you okay?" Zephyr stepped forward, his voice laced with concern.
Victoria glanced at him before shifting her gaze to Waverly, who remained frozen in place.
"Mr. Windsor, perhaps you should ask your daughter about today's events," she suggested with a knowing smile.
Waverly's heart raced, but she quickly regained her composure. "What exactly are you implying, Miss Kennedy?"
She felt secure in her position—she had carefully arranged everything through intermediaries, leaving no evidence that could be traced back to her.
Victoria held her gaze, cold amusement dancing in her eyes. "I'm not implying anything. Those who know, know."
Her simple statement left Waverly speechless. Any response would only incriminate her further.
At that moment, the door behind Waverly opened.
Everyone turned to see Holden emerging in fresh clothes.
"Quite the gathering you have here," he remarked, surveying the crowd. "Hunting for a scandal, are we?" His final words were directed pointedly at Waverly.
He wasn't a fool. It was clear that Waverly had orchestrated this situation, and the realization that she would attempt to manipulate him left him coldly furious. He had misjudged her—she wasn't merely calculating; she was recklessly stupid.
Waverly avoided his gaze, her confidence faltering.
"Holden? What are you doing here?" Zephyr asked, surprised. He hadn't seen the surveillance footage showing Holden entering the room.
Holden said, "Waverly arranged this room for me after my clothes were soiled. I simply came to change."
His explanation seemed reasonable enough on its own, but in context with Waverly's earlier attempts to slander Victoria, it painted a damning picture.
Waverly paled as she caught Zephyr's severe gaze.
"Waverly, I am deeply disappointed in you," Zephyr said, his voice cold with displeasure. "I've never seen you sink so low."
"Dad, please, let me explain..." she began desperately.
"Enough!" Zephyr cut her off sharply. "Don't think I'm blind to your machinations. Either abandon these disgraceful schemes or remove yourself from the Windsor family entirely."
She stared at him in disbelief. Her father had never spoken to her so harshly before, and now he was threatening to cast her out—all because of Victoria. The thought was terrifying; without the Windsor name, she would be nothing.
Holden observed the exchange dispassionately. He wasn't surprised by Zephyr's reaction, knowing as he did that Waverly wasn't Zephyr's biological daughter.
Victoria watched with equal detachment, uninterested in their family drama.
Nearby, Winter felt her phone vibrate. She stepped closer to Victoria and whispered, "Victoria, they've arrived."
"Good," Victoria murmured back. "Tell Eugene to be thorough. We won't get another chance like this."
"Understood." Winter quickly sent a text message before resuming her position as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted by the elevators as a group of people poured out—reporters with microphones and cameras, led by an elegantly dressed but visibly agitated woman.
Holden's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of them, and he raised an eyebrow, amused. "Well, well. The press has arrived. This evening just keeps getting more interesting."
The reporters moved with purpose, clearly hunting for something specific.
"Where's room 8996?" one called out.
A female reporter quickly checked the directory and pointed. "This way!"
The group—at least a dozen strong—surged forward like predators closing in on prey.
Harry, one of Zephyr's security personnel, leaned in to murmur, "Mr. Windsor, I believe that's Mrs. Allan Jennings, the Police Commissioner's wife."
Zephyr's failure to recognize her was understandable given his busy schedule, but Harry had encountered her several times at the Presidential Palace.
Victoria gave Harry a subtle glance, thinking to herself, 'Perfect timing. Today was indeed an auspicious day for setting plans in motion—helpful allies seemed to appear at every turn.'
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