Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Tina Wallace is Seraphina Sutton
A commotion rippled through the crowd. The self-righteous onlookers, who had been filled with indignation just a moment ago, were now starting to quietly back away.
Kaden Xavier ignored them, walked up to the closed iron gate, and pressed the doorbell.
On the security monitor, Finn Wynter stared at Kaden Xavier’s face, his eyes cold as ice.
"Butler Chandler, tell him he’s not welcome at View Gardens."
"Let him in."
Wren Wynter’s voice came from the top of the stairs.
She had changed into a set of loungewear, her face devoid of emotion, betraying neither joy nor anger.
Finn Wynter frowned. "Wren..."
"Brother, I want to know what exactly happened last night."
The door opened.
Kaden Xavier walked in, his gaze immediately landing on Wren Wynter, who was standing in the center of the living room.
Their eyes met. His were filled with guilt and heartache.
"Mr. Xavier, quite the grand entrance. Do you think you haven’t made my sister suffer enough?"
Finn Wynter blocked Kaden’s path, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You put on a good show of the overbearing CEO protecting his wife at my doorstep. What now? Are you here to cause more trouble for our Wren?"
"Brother." Wren Wynter tugged on Finn Wynter’s sleeve, signaling for him to move.
She walked up to Kaden Xavier and looked at him calmly. "Last night, were you the one who brought me home?"
"No." Kaden Xavier’s voice was terribly hoarse. "It was Shaun Quinn."
He recounted the events of the previous night exactly as they had happened, from how he found her, to the argument between the three of them, and finally, how Shaun Quinn had taken her away. He held nothing back and made no excuses.
"I’m sorry." He looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "I’m the one who dragged you into this. I shouldn’t have shown up, and I definitely shouldn’t have argued with them. I gave someone an opportunity to take advantage of the situation."
Wren Wynter fell silent.
’She could picture it: three men, arguing heatedly over who would get to take her home, while she was fought over like an object. It was absurd, laughable even.’
Just then, Finn Wynter’s phone rang.
He stepped aside to answer it. After listening for a few moments, his expression changed dramatically.
Hanging up, he returned to the living room, his gaze as sharp as a knife, aimed directly at Kaden Xavier. "I found it. The photos were leaked by a private investigator. And the person who hired him... was Tina Wallace."
He paused before adding, as if stating a simple fact, "Mr. Xavier, your so-called confidante certainly has an endless supply of tricks."
"Tina Wallace?"
The moment the name was spoken, the air in the living room seemed to freeze.
Wren Wynter’s pupils contracted. The suspicion that had lingered in the depths of her mind for so long now threatened to break through the surface.
From the probing at the tea party, to the accident at the stables, to last night’s kidnapping and today’s online harassment—a clear thread connected all the events.
Kaden Xavier’s expression became utterly grim.
He whipped his head around to look at Finn Wynter, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Are you sure?"
"My people don’t make mistakes."
Finn Wynter’s tone was calm, yet it carried an authority that could not be questioned.
He looked at Kaden Xavier, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. "Mr. Xavier, it seems your judgment of character is as poor as ever."
Those words were undoubtedly salt in Kaden Xavier’s wound.
Kaden Xavier’s fists were clenched so tight the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
He took out his phone, about to call Assistant Lynch, but Finn Wynter raised a hand to stop him.
"No need." Finn Wynter said lightly. "I’ve already had her brought over."
The words had barely left his mouth when the sound of a car engine shutting off came from outside the villa.
A moment later, two men in black suits walked in, escorting a panicked woman.
It was Tina Wallace.
"Who are you? Why did you grab me! I’m calling the police! This is kidnapping!"
Her eyes were red as she cried out pitifully, as if she truly knew nothing.
Her acting was too convincing; that frightened-little-rabbit act was identical to Seraphina Sutton’s.
However, neither of the two men present were buying her act.
Finn Wynter looked down on her, his gaze utterly placid, as if watching a buffoon.
"Miss Wallace, stop the act. You’re the one behind the photos, aren’t you?"
"Photos? What photos?" Tina Wallace blinked innocently. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been home all day arranging flowers, I haven’t gone anywhere."
"Is that so?"
Finn Wynter didn’t waste any more words on her. He slapped a file down on the coffee table in front of her.
"This is a record of your calls with that private investigator, along with a statement from your bank account showing a five-hundred-thousand-dollar transfer to him half an hour ago. Need me to read it to you?"
The color drained from Tina Wallace’s face in an instant.
She stared at the evidence in black and white, her body trembling uncontrollably.
’She hadn’t expected Finn Wynter to move so fast! So fast that she had no time to cover her tracks!’
"No... that’s not me..."
She was still putting up a final struggle, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "It’s a forgery! You’re framing me! Brother Kaden, tell them I’m not that kind of person!"
She cast a pleading look toward Kaden Xavier, tears rolling down her cheeks like broken strings of pearls, the very picture of misery.
But Kaden Xavier didn’t even spare her a glance. He just stared at her, the disgust and coldness in his eyes like a knife, severing her last shred of hope.
’It’s over.’
Tina Wallace’s heart sank to the abyss.
"Why did you do it?"
Wren Wynter, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.
She rose from the sofa and walked, step by step, toward Tina Wallace. She looked at her calmly, as if scrutinizing a complete stranger.
"As far as I know, I’ve never offended you. I even went out of my way to avoid you. Why would you go to such lengths to harm me, again and again?"
"I didn’t! Wren, we’re good friends! Why would I ever hurt you?"
But Wren Wynter didn’t say a word. She just stared at Tina Wallace, whose skin crawled under her calm gaze.
Looking at her act, Wren Wynter suddenly laughed.
It was a light, faint smile, but it held a sense of all-knowing clarity.
"Such a good performance."
Wren Wynter clapped softly twice, a hint of admiration in her voice. "If I didn’t know your true background, I might actually have been moved by your recent actions."
Tina Wallace’s heart skipped a beat. A sense of foreboding washed over her.
Wren Wynter leaned down, close to her ear, and said word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Your acting... has really improved compared to before."
Tina Wallace’s body went rigid.
"A leopard really can’t change its spots."
Wren Wynter straightened up, putting some distance between them, but her gaze was like an X-ray, determined to see right through her.
"You deliberately got close to me, imitated Tina Wallace’s style of dress, pried into my preferences, approached me, and became my friend..."
"What was the point of all that... Seraphina Sutton."
Wren Wynter’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was like an ice pick, stabbing directly into the other woman’s eardrums.
