Chapter 493

Genevieve remained furious after takeoff.

She immediately ordered a drink from the flight attendant.

Once the attendant left, she concealed the cup behind her back.

She began marching directly toward Isabella.

Eleanor had anticipated this move.

She noticed Genevieve approaching and frowned.

Eleanor gave a subtle but firm shake of her head.

Genevieve refused to back down despite the warning.

She continued advancing toward Isabella.

Eleanor’s expression turned stern.

She discreetly sent a text message.

"Return to your seat immediately."

Her voice remained low but carried undeniable authority.

Genevieve instantly recognized that tone.

It meant no arguments would be tolerated.

Diana, seated nearby, understood the situation perfectly.

She reached out and patted Genevieve’s hand in warning.

Genevieve pouted with visible resentment.

Within both the Sinclair and Kensington families, Eleanor and Victoria held ultimate authority.

Genevieve had learned long ago not to challenge them.

She shot one final glare toward Isabella.

Then she turned back and slumped into her seat.

She sulked silently for the remainder of the flight.

Sophia remained completely unaware of the near confrontation.

She noticed nothing amiss.

Once the plane landed in Fairview, Sophia immediately rushed over.

"Mom!"

Isabella gently stroked her daughter’s cheek.

"Were you well-behaved during the flight?"

"Yes!" Sophia answered proudly.

Their seats were directly across the aisle from the Kensingtons.

Eleanor turned at the sound of Sophia’s voice.

Her gaze was icy and detached.

Diana, Genevieve, and even Beatrice glanced over as well.

Sophia looked up mid-conversation.

Her eyes accidentally met Eleanor’s.

Eleanor immediately averted her gaze.

Her face showed no emotion.

Sophia didn’t recognize her or the other elders.

She only knew Victoria and Genevieve.

So she simply dismissed Eleanor’s cold stare as that of a stranger.

She thought nothing more of it.

After disembarking, Isabella and Charles led their group out first.

They exited the terminal without looking back.

Watching their departing figures, Genevieve could no longer contain herself.

"Aunt Eleanor, Grandmother—are we really letting her treat us this way?"

"Why should we tolerate her arrogance?"

Eleanor’s tone remained calm but firm.

"It’s temporary."

"She won’t be smug for long."

Once Isabella and Alexander finalized their divorce, opportunities for retaliation would abound.

Penelope added gently, "Exactly."

"Didn’t you see how unsettled she looked earlier?"

"It means your words struck a nerve."

"That’s true..." Genevieve muttered.

The reassurance soothed her wounded pride.

She thought about Alexander and Isabella’s impending separation.

She remembered Alexander’s heart had always belonged to Victoria.

Her mood gradually improved.

A sense of gleeful satisfaction washed over her.

The next morning, Sophia left the Sinclair residence to return to Alexander.

At the office, Isabella had just concluded a major meeting.

Nathaniel leaned in close to whisper.

"Yesterday, both NovaTech and Locket Tech received several hundred million in new investments."

Isabella paused briefly.

She showed no surprise.

She had suspected this ever since overhearing Alexander’s phone call with Victoria on their courthouse visit day.

That evening, she and Nathaniel attended a banquet.

They spotted Victoria and Reginald immediately upon entering.

Alexander was absent.

But news of his massive investment in NovaTech and Locket Tech had already spread.

Guests flocked around them eagerly discussing potential partnerships.

Alexander’s investment track record was legendary.

His substantial backing suggested both companies held genuine promise.

Several of Victoria’s former suitors were also present.

With Alexander absent, they seized the opportunity to chat her up.

Victoria handled herself with practiced ease and calm composure.

But the moment she noticed Isabella, her expression instantly chilled.

Her family had already informed her about the incident involving Genevieve and Diana on the plane.

Victoria was different now.

Even if she couldn’t match Isabella’s AI expertise, she possessed something else—Alexander.

Her own charm was a form of power.

In her eyes, it was no less valuable than Isabella’s professional skills.

So when she looked at Isabella tonight, all traces of her former timidity were gone.