Chapter 2 Train Station Conflict

When Frederick returned to the lounge, the woman who had been sleeping was gone.

All that remained was a handful of jasmine flowers scattered on the floor.

Frederick picked up the flowers, pondering for a moment.

He pulled out his phone. "Get some people to the airport. I need to find someone."

Half an hour later, near the airport, a fleet of luxury cars pulled up.

A group of bodyguards in suits poured out, surrounding the airport.

It was drizzling.

An assistant held a black umbrella, tilting it slightly towards the man beside him.

The man stood at 6'1", with sharp features and an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

"Any luck finding her?"

Assistant Elliot Spencer shook his head. "We've searched the entire airport, but there's no sign of her."

Frederick's lips tightened.

"I don't care what it takes or how much it costs, find her!"

Elliot was a bit taken aback. He had worked for Frederick for many years and had never seen him so concerned about a woman.

Thinking of Frederick's wife at home, he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Valdemar, the housekeeper mentioned that Mrs. Valdemar didn't come home last night. When she did return, her neck was covered in hickeys."

"Even though your marriage with Mrs. Valdemar was arranged, she doesn't seem to respect you. And I've heard this isn't the first time she's stayed out all night. Last time, she got drunk with friends and said..."

"Said what about me?"

"She said marrying her must have been your lucky break in a past life. She also said that with your disability, you're not even worthy of serving her... and that the male models she finds outside are better."

Frederick just sneered.

He had thought that even if there was no love between them, he should at least give her a proper explanation if they divorced.

But he hadn't expected his so-called wife to be so unfaithful.

Cheating on him so many times while still in a relationship.

"Contact the lawyer. Tell them to amend the divorce agreement. Isabella's infidelity means she leaves with nothing."

Six years later, in Teronica.

At the bustling train station, a group of bodyguards in black suddenly appeared.

"Move aside! Everyone!"

Surrounded by the bodyguards was a stylishly dressed woman.

She was decked out in designer brands, wearing Gucci sunglasses, cursing as she walked.

"This is ridiculous! What kind of roles are they getting me? Making me come to this godforsaken rural place to shoot? Are they crazy?"

"Do you know how dirty rural people are? And taking a train? This isn't filming, it's torture!"

Alison Walter was visibly annoyed, her manager trailing behind, trying to placate her with a smile.

The bodyguards rudely pushed through the crowd, knocking over a five-year-old boy.

The boy didn't cry but was frightened, his big, watery eyes looking up at Alison in panic.

"Where did this brat come from? Get lost!"

Seeing the child irritated Alison, and she raised her voice.

She then kicked the boy harder.

The boy cried out in pain.

"Mommy, it hurts..."

Alison looked coldly at the crying boy on the ground, smirked in satisfaction, and then walked away in her high heels.

Meanwhile, Isabella was in the restroom, unaware of what was happening outside.

Half an hour earlier, she had arrived at the station with her three adorable children, causing quite a stir.

Isabella was naturally beautiful, with skin so flawless it looked like it had a beauty filter even without makeup.

Her large eyes were clear and bright.

Even in a simple T-shirt, her excellent figure was evident.

Her three children were even more striking, making people want to have kids of their own.

Among Isabella's three sons, the one who resembled her the most was her third son, Paul Beniere.

Paul was the one who had been kicked and was now crying outside the restroom.

Paul was very timid and prone to tears.

And he was also very sensitive.

He often sensed Isabella's mood changes and would reach out his small hand to touch her face and comfort her.

Despite his young age, he was already a little gentleman.

Paul was also very good at cooking. The meals he made were so delicious that even Isabella felt inferior.

Not only that, but he also had a talent for creating fragrances.

He was particularly sensitive to different scents. When taken on a nature walk, he would collect various fragrant leaves and fruits, blending them into unique aromas.

These scents were different from the high-end perfumes sold in stores.

They were subtle, penetrating the skin with a natural, light fragrance.

Paul was also a little design genius.

At three years old, he already showed a talent for drawing. Sometimes Isabella felt that the jewelry and clothing designs he came up with were even better than those of some professional designers.

Her second son, Justin Beniere, was the complete opposite of Paul. Justin was naturally stubborn and loved to cause trouble. His life motto was: If you don't agree, fight.

Every day was either a fight or getting ready to fight, which often worried Isabella. She couldn't understand how her well-behaved nature had produced such a rebellious child.

But the one who gave Isabella the most peace of mind was her eldest son, Hugo Beniere.

Hugo was also the one who made her heart ache the most.

Although he was only a few minutes older than his two younger brothers, he already acted like a big brother.

He always put his brothers first.

Maybe because he was the most perceptive, he had learned to read people's expressions and had a high emotional intelligence from a young age.

Isabella turned on the faucet, watching the stream of water, and couldn't help but think back to six years ago.