Chapter 214

Isla slowly passed her phone to Gabriel, her fingers still trembling slightly. She did not trust her voice yet. Her heart was beating too fast, her chest rising and falling as if she had just run a long distance.

Gabriel took the phone from her and leaned back in his seat. His eyes scanned the email. He repeated the process.

His brows lifted slowly, and a small smile appeared on his lips. By the time he finished reading, his expression had completely softened.

“Well,” he said gently, handing the phone back to her,” congratulations, my love.”

Isla blinked, still stunned.

‘I think it was time we finally had that launch,” Gabriel continued. “Ten new investors, Isla. That is not small. That is huge. You really did it.”

Isla swallowed hard.

It was not just the number of investors that shocked her.

No. isla had seen powerful numbers while working with the Wyndham family. So, that was not the point.

But this was different. This was hers, and this was her company. Her dream. The one she started with nothing but courage and sleepless nights. The company was still young, still finding its feet. They had not even officially launched their first luxury pieces yet.And now-investors were atready lining up?

Her eyes burned slightly as emotions flooded her chest.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered. “We haven’t even launched properly. We are still preparing.”

Gabriel chuckled softly. “Sometimes, people see the future before it fully arrives.”

He scrolled through the email again, his expression changing slightly.

Then he paused.

“Wait..” he said slowly.

“What?” Isla asked, her voice tense.

Gabriel smiled, but this time there was clear surprise in his eyes. “I can’t believe some of these names.”

Isla frowned. “Why?”

“Because they are our good friends.”

He paused again, then laughed quietly. “Two of them actually.”

Isla’s mouth fell open.

“our… friends?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “People who do not invest unless they see something solid. Something powerful.”Isla leaned back against the seat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Her hand rested on her growing beily as she let out a slow breath.

“So… this is really happening,” she murmured.

“It is,” Gabriel confirmed warmly.

She turned to look at him. “Do you remember the building your grandfather gave me?”

Gabriel nodded immediately. “Of course I do.”

“I was thinking,” she continued carefully, “maybe it is time I finally use it. Turn it into the company headquarters.”

Gabriel did not even hesitate.

“I think that is the best idea you have had today,” he said.”

You need more space now, Isla. More structure. And that building is perfect for what your company is becoming.”

She smiled, a real smile this time. One filled with pride and quiet confidence.

And now, isla truly felt like she was stepping into her own power.

***

Stephanie Jeremy sat upright at the long polished table, her back straight and her expression calm. Her eyes were sharp, observant, missing nothing. Beside her sat Stone, equally focused, his hands folded in front of him.Stephanie Jeremy was not just anyone.

She had once been Anna Wyndham’s personal assistant, back when Anna still carried the name with pride. Yet, despite working so closely with Anna, Stephanie’s loyalty had never shifted.

She was loyal to Alfred Wyndham.

Until the very day he died.

That loyalty never changed.

Stone had always admired her from a distance. He respected her discipline, her intelligence, and her quiet strength. But life had never slowed down enough for deeper thoughts. Work always came first.

Now, here they were. Inside Gabriel and Isla’s residence, in a large secured room prepared specifically for this purpose. Files were neatly arranged. Tablets lay open.

Every candidate had been thoroughly screened.

After everything that had happened in the past. Stone had made one firm decision.

Every domestic worker connected to Magdalene was dismissed.

The entire estate was locked down.

No excuses. No risks.

This interview process took the whole day. One by one,candidates were questioned, observed, and assessed. Not just their experience alone. But their attitude, loyalty, and calmness under pressure were also assessed.

At evening time, a final decision was made.

Eleven people were selected. Five women and six men.

Among them was the butler—an experienced fifty-five-year-old man with decades of service behind him. He has calm eyes. Steady hands. He is a man who understands discretion.

The maids were mostly in their late twenties and early thirties. They are ature women. Responsible. No unnecessary curiosity in their eyes.

The male staff were of similar age, except for the gardener, a quiet man in his forties who spoke little but listened deeply.

Stone stood up and addressed them.

“You are expected to resume work tomorrow,” he said firmly. “Your quarters are ready.”

They all stood straight immediately.

“You will meet your master and his wife soon,” he continued. “I hope you will not make us regret this decision.”

“No, sir,” they all replied in unison.”Your employment will be confirmed after three months,” Stephanie added calmly. “By then, we expect you to have become part of this household. You may leave now.”

They bowed respectfully and exited one after another.

Stone finally exhaled.

“This is done,” he said quietly.

***

The Wyndham Mansion was alive with noise.

Cameras flashed endlessly. Reporters stood shoulder to shoulder, microphones raised, and their voices overlapping. Every movement was recorded. Every spoken word mattered.

The family had decided to address everything. All the lies, the rumors ongoing on the internet and about Isla’s disappearance. And about the heir.

John Wyndham stood at the front, his posture firm, his face serious. Behind him stood his four sons. They are united, calm, and unshaken.

Inside the mansion, Isla sat beside Sia, and Mia. The three women watched the live broadcast on the large screen.

Isla’s hands were clasped together tightly.

John began to speak.

“With everything that has been said,” he announcedclearly, “I will not be changing my father’s will.”

A wave of murmurs passed through the press.

“Everything remains as it was,” he continued. “The Wyndham leader is still Gabriel Wyndham. He still remains the CEO of Wyndham Holdings.” He continued. ” And the next leader of the Wyndham family will be Gabriel and Isla’s son-just as my father wanted. Nothing changed.”

The camera zoomed in on the sons.

They were smiling. They looked so calm and united.

“‘have discussed this decision with my sons,” John added.

“They are fully in support. A leader is just a title. Every member of this family is an heir. Their children too.”

His voice softened slightly.

“There is no confusion among us.”

He paused, then continued.

“I thank the people of Richbouph for their support-especially during the time my daughter-in-law was missing.”

Isla’s eyes filled with tears.

“Our family is stable,” John said. “We have no internal conflict.”Then his tone hardened.

“And regarding my ex-wife-yes, Anna betrayed this family. And yes, the divorce is real. Anna Wyndham is no longer part of this family.”

“Thank you.”

The broadcast ended. And the problem was solved

Later, the family gathered privately.

John looked at each of his sons. “Now,” he said, “tell me what you want.”

There was no pressure in his voice, and there was no force.

Each son spoke freely. They made their choices clear and their choices were respected. Their paths were accepted.

For the first time, after Alfred died, the Wyndham family felt balanced.

Then-A strange sound escaped Isla’s mouth. It was a sharp, broken gasp.

Everyone froze. All eyes turned to her. Her face had gone pale. One hand clutched her stomach.

“Isla?” Gabriel rushed to her side.

Before anyone could say another word, she cried out again this time louder.

And the room erupted into panic.