Chapter 431 Quentin's Abandonment Meant Certain Death
Whispers spread like wildfire among the guests, their eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"Oh my God, is that the bride?"
"Is she seriously cheating at her own wedding? My mind is blown!"
"Wait, who's that guy? Is he here too?" someone else chimed in, their heads swiveling in search of Bradley.
At this moment, Bradley had already been knocked out and tightly bound by Jack and his crew, then thrown into a guest room on the second floor.
With no sign of Bradley, all eyes locked onto Siena, who stood frozen on the stage, her knees shaking under their intense stares.
She was overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.
As Siena's gaze was fixed straight ahead, she saw Seb standing there, frozen, with the bouquet in his hand somehow fallen to the ground.
He then gave her a look full of disappointment and then turned to leave.
"Seb, wait!" Siena anxiously attempted to intervene, but after taking just two steps, someone inadvertently stepped on the train of her wedding dress.
She stumbled and fell heavily onto the stage.
"Serves her right!" said one of the guests, her voice dripping with disdain.
"I truly can't comprehend it. She's about to get married, yet she still seems so insatiable. Is one Mr. Landon not enough to satiate her desires? Cheating at her own wedding, seriously?"
"I've encountered many women like her."
"She's a disgrace to all of us!"
Struggling, Siena climbed back to her feet, her voice shaky as she tried to defend herself. "It's not what it looks like! This is a misunderstanding!"
But in the clear video, every seductive frame of Siena was clearly displayed.
Who would believe her now when she claimed it was a misunderstanding?
Siena knew that explaining to these people was useless.
What she needed to do now was find Seb and try to win him back.
Siena lifted her dress and walked down the steps, trying to find Seb.
Jack suddenly emerged from the crowd. "Ms. Scott, where are you going?"
Siena said anxiously, "Jack, take me to Seb; I can explain this."
"Sorry, Mr. Landon doesn't want to see you right now." Jack's tone was cold as he called over two waiters and instructed, "Escort Ms. Scott away."
"Where are you taking me?" Siena fought back, pulling her arms from their grasp.
"I'm not leaving. This is my wedding. I am going to become Mrs. Landon!"
With that, she turned and ran, but Jack wasn't having it.
"Catch her!" he ordered.
Several waiters quickly surrounded Siena.
No matter how much Siena struggled, she was eventually taken away.
Afterwards, Jack arranged for the guests to be dispersed, and the Landon family's courtyard returned to silence.
In the guest room on the second floor, Zaire drew the curtains and said to Seb, "Almost everyone has left."
Seb sat on the sofa, coldly staring at Bradley, who was lying on the ground, beaten black and blue.
Zaire walked over and kicked him lightly. "Hey, wake up."
Bradley groaned, slowly coming to.
When he opened his eyes and saw Seb and Zaire, his expression first registered shock, then slowly transformed into a calm indifference.
"Look at you," Zaire remarked, taking a seat. "What did Quentin promise you to make you so loyal?"
Bradley ignored Zaire, his eyes locked on Seb. "So you were faking it all along, pretending to be mentally challenged," he said.
Seb's expression stayed icy. "You're guilty of rape, Bradley. I'll give you one chance to make things right."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bradley shot back.
"Doesn't matter if you don't get it. As long as you can read it, that's enough." Seb said, turning on the projector.
The same damning footage started playing on the white wall.
Bradley's face went pale as the realization hit him.
He turned around and glanced at Zaire. "It's that drink which harbors the problem!
Bradley thought, 'How could I have lost control for no reason? Turns out I fell into their trap from the beginning.'
Bradley suddenly recalled something and hurriedly reached into his trouser pocket, but found nothing.
Zaire held up a phone between his fingers.
"Looking for this?" he asked.
Bradley's eyes narrowed.
He instinctively reached for it, forgetting he was tied up and couldn't move.
He struggled to get up but fell back to the ground, writhing like a pitiful worm.
"Give it back to me!" Bradley shouted, his face turning red with anger.
Zaire smirked. "Even if I gave it back, what good would it do you? Quentin won't keep a subordinate who fails."
Bradley froze, as a flicker of fear appeared in his eyes.
With Quentin's temper, if he knew Bradley had messed everything up, he would be abandoned by Quentin—and Quentin's abandonment meant certain death.
After a tense silence, Bradley finally caved. "What do you want me to do?"
Meanwhile, over at Silvercrest, Isabella woke up feeling drained and disoriented.
The drugs they had been giving her left her perpetually drowsy, her mind in a constant fog.
When Isabella slept, she had many dreams.
But when she woke up, she could hardly remember what she had dreamed about.
Amidst the cycle of sleeping and waking, Isabella's mind felt as though it had been washed clean, gradually becoming blank.
Every time Isabella woke from her deep sleep, she felt nothing but exhaustion and confusion.
Isabella stared at the ceiling for a long time before she remembered her name was Isabella, she was from Lakina.
She then remembered Sweetie, Seb, Nina, Kelsey and Miley.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.
Footsteps echoed from the doorway, and Isabella hurriedly shut her eyes.
The door was pushed open, footsteps approached the bedside, and a chilling aura swept over. Isabella's heart tightened with unease.
Then, a hand gently touched her brow and eyes.
Isabella's body tensed, and she tried to steady her breathing.
"How long has she been asleep?" Quentin's voice sounded.
The nurse beside him replied, "About thirteen hours."
Quentin shot a cold glance at the nurse. "She's still not awake after all this time?"
The nurse trembled with fear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Black. We strictly followed your instructions for administering the drugs, but Ms. Black seems to have a low tolerance. She sleeps deeper each time."
"Useless!" Quentin cursed, then told the nurse, "Go get a basin of water."
"Yes," the nurse answered and quickly left.
Isabella felt Quentin grasp her hand, his thumb rubbing her hand before tearing off the tape and removing the needle.
Quentin wasn't doing this out of kindness; he was probably afraid that Isabella's low tolerance would cause her to never wake up.
Soon, the nurse returned with the water.
Quentin took the basin and placed it beside him, then told the nurse, "You can leave now."
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