The Williams family.

When Mrs. Williams heard "doot doot doot" sounds from the disconnected call, she cried out a few times, before ruthlessly smashing the phone to the floor.

Because she was so angry and felt so done in, Mrs. Williams's face was particularly unwell looking, and her chest heaved non-stop.

"Madam, don't be so angry..." cried the housekeeper, trying to calm her. Seeing as Mrs. Williams had rushed over to the sofa and started to sway, the housekeeper hurriedly went over to support her to a seat. "Madam, are you all right?"

Mrs. Williams tightly clenched her fists, fire burning deep in her eyes. The flames burned bright, until after a while, she muttered, "He knows what happened. He knows that I was the one who killed Izzy's baby."

A flash of panic crossed Mrs. Williams's eyes. "If James finds out, then he'll definitely blame me..."

At this point, Mrs. Williams suddenly paused, as though she had thought of something. She pointed at the home phone on the side and said, "Quickly, give James a call, say that I'm..."

Then, Mrs. Williams whispered something in the housekeeper's ear.

As the housekeeper listened, she replied in a quiet voice, "Yes, Madam."

When Mrs. Williams finished speaking, she immediately went over to the home phone and dialed James's number. She waited for the call to go through, then said with a panicked expression on her face, "Oh no, Young master! Just now, Madam fainted out of anger... Not because of Williams enterprises, but from your brother's call. He said something about meddling behind Madam's several billion investment and causing Williams Enterprise stocks to fall.

"It was all because of how Sir and Madam treated his mother all those years ago. So now he wants them to taste what it feels like. That's the gist of what he said, but I'm not particularly clear on the details... Anyways, young master, come home first to see Madam..."

Once the housekeeper was off the phone, Mrs. Williams asked, "How was it?"

"The young master sounds very angry. He said that he's on his way home. Madam, shall I go call the family doctor over? First, get some rest upstairs, so that the young master doesn't see through your plan."

Mrs. Williams gently nodded and stood up from the sofa. With the housekeeper alongside her, they walked up the stairs.

As they walked up the stairs, the housekeeper said, "Madam, to be able to come up with this, it's all thanks to your quick reaction. Young master is your son, so your hearts are bound as mother and son. When he hears that the bastard made you faint out of anger, he certainly won't bother with what the bastard has to say."

James's car stopped at Global Entertainment's entrance and he walked through the lobby. There was a new woman at the front desk whom he didn't know. She politely stopped him and asked who he was looking for.

James was about to give her Alexander's name when the phone in his pocket rang. He made a hand gesture at the woman at the front desk to wait, then walked to one side to take the call.

From the housekeeper's words, James's expression gradually grew enraged. In the end, he didn't even think twice as he hung up the phone and completely ignored the questions from woman at the front desk. He walked over to the elevator with a livid look, pressed the button, and headed straight for the top floor.

When the elevator doors opened, James walked straight to Alexander's office. On his way, he passed Alexander's elderly secretary whom he knew. She hurriedly got up and politely greeted him, "Mr. Williams, are you're here to see the CEO?"

James didn't even bother with the secretary, pushing open the door of Alexander's office and barging in.

Alexander was sitting at his desk, talking on the phone, when he heard the loud bang of the door. He lifted his head to find James's furious face. He said "Apologies" into the phone and put it down. He stood up, walked around his desk and over to the door, which James had pushed open, and shut it.

"Alexander, why are you closing the door? Are you afraid that your staff outside will hear about all the nasty things you've done?" James didn't wait for Alexander to close the doors before erupting in a fit of rage, and choked Alexander's collar.

Ferocity flashed across his eyes as he spoke with a vicious expression. "Alexander, you've done it! First, you lure my mother into a several dozen billion investment, then use it to run the Williams Enterprise stock value to the ground and buy a large amount for yourself! I really didn't know that you had this trick up your sleeve. You really hid it well. After I treated you as a biological brother all these years, in the end, this is how you treat me, right? I'm telling you, your mother was the lowly prostitute, not mine..."

James's final words instantly made Alexander's expression run cold. His eyes were frozen with anger when he said in a low voice, "Done talking?"

As his words dropped, he raised his hand and yanked James's hands off of his collar. Then said in a heavy tone, "I don't want to talk to you about personal matters during business hours... Even if we were to discuss it, I won't discuss it with how irrational you are right now. So, if you're done speaking, leave now. I'll pretend as though I never heard what you just said!"

"Alexander, don't try to act all high and mighty with me. What right do you have to act all high and mighty in front of me..."

When James finished speaking, Alexander suddenly pulled open the meeting room door and pointed outside. "I'm going to say this again. I do not handle private matters during business hours. I'm giving you two options, either you leave on your own, or I will call security to make you leave!"

With his final word, Alexander glanced towards the open door and then at Isabelle's pale face standing on the other side of the door. He twitched his lips but never pulled his eyes away from her.

"Alexander, you better pray that nothing happens to my mother. If anything does happen, then I'll be sure to get you!"

With his final word, Alexander glanced towards the open door and then at Isabelle's pale face standing on the other side of the door. He twitched his lips but never pulled his eyes away from her.

James gritted his teeth when he finished speaking, turned, and walked, incredibly angry, out of the office.

When James came in front of Isabelle, her heart was a little panicked. Alexander was the one who clearly did this, but she felt like she was the one who particularly let James down. She cried in a low voice, "James."

When James heard Isabelle's voice, he slightly slowed down a little, but didn't stop. He brushed her shoulders on his way out.

Isabelle instinctively turned around, chased after James and grabbed his sleeve. "James, don't be so angry..."

James's footsteps were firm and his lips were tightly pursed, face still filled with rage. He wanted to say something to Isabelle, but at that moment, he was simply not in the mood to talk. In the end, he gave a gentle nod, then forcibly pulled his sleeve from her grip. As he strode into the elevator, he never turned his head, and left.

Alexander looked at the scene unfolding in front of him. The sight of it was hard to watch, so he instinctively lowered his head. He straightened out his clothes that James had creased up. He only lifted his head when he heard the sound of the elevator. Then he said to Isabelle, who was not too far away, "Come in."

Isabelle stood at the spot for a long time before she turned around. Without making a sound, she walked into Alexander's office.

Alexander shut the door and pointed at the sofa, offering her a seat. Then he asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

Isabelle shook her head as she sat on the sofa.

Alexander walked to his desk and picked up the desk phone with one hand. In a low voice, he ordered, "A cup of coffee and another of milk tea."

Alexander hung up the phone and glanced over at Isabelle, who sat quietly on the sofa. He slowly walked over to her and sat down.

Isabelle lifted her head, then looked into Alexander's eyes, as she asked, "Aunt Williams's several dozen billion investment project that got scrapped in the end... was that your doing?"

Alexander didn't speak. The office seemed quite silent.

About three minutes had passed when a knocking was heard from the door. Alexander cleared his throat, then said, "Enter."

The door opened and Alexander's secretary entered, carrying a tray. She walked over to the sofa and placed the coffee and milk on the table. Then she left without a sound.

Alexander pushed the milk towards Isabelle, then finally answered her question. "I did it."

He answered with certainty, not a hint of hesitation. Isabelle's fingers shivered for a moment, as she stared at Alexander's blinking eyes, and continued to ask, "The only reason why the Williams Enterprise's stocks dropped so dramatically was because you did something behind the scenes?"

Alexander didn't dispute it. This time, his answer was far swifter than before. "That's right."

"Then, when Williams Enterprise's stocks plummeted, you bought a large amount of it just to take power from the Williams family?" Isabelle asked her question particularly slowly. She practically shot it out word-by-word. So much so that when she finished asking, she felt her racing heart stop, as she started into his eyes with her full attention.

This time, Alexander only said a single word. He didn't hold back or hesitate, and gave a simple, "Yes."

Isabelle really hoped that Alexander would reply negatively to her every question. As long as he denied it, she would have disregarded everything she had heard James say at the door and believed him unconditionally. As long as he denied it, even if all the news outlets reported that he bough up the Williams Enterprise, she could still act ignorant. However, as things turned out, he admitted to all three of her accusations. He even looked calm, as though the things he'd done were right.

She knew that someone was working behind the scenes to sabotage the Williams Enterprise, but she had never imagined it would be Alexander.

She didn't know a lot about him, only that he was an illegitimate son of the Williams family, but he had never lived with them. He grew up with his own mother, and Mr. Williams and Mrs. Williams didn't seem to like him at all.

Though he was a child of the Williams family, she didn't know why he couldn't take control of Williams Enterprise. He and James were always close, and he managed his own company quite well, so how could he suddenly steal James's assets without warning...

She still clearly remembered the night she found out about Williams Enterprise being in trouble. She had even mentioned it to him. At the time, he was calm and composed, so much so that when she asked him to show James he cared, and he didn't hesitate to said "All right".

At that instant, Isabelle felt like she couldn't read Alexander. She instinctively muttered her questions. "Why? Why did you do it?"

The office remained quiet for a long time. Alexander observed Isabelle's expression for a long time, and couldn't quite tell what she was thinking. Right now, he didn't have the evidence with him. He wasn't absolutely sure that if he explained it now, she would trust him, but he still opened his mouth, "Izzy..."

When Alexander called Isabelle's name, he took of the tone of her last words, the way she was questioning him. He slightly lowered his eyelids to mask the sorrow in his heart. Even though he already knew that she'd have questions when she found out, but when the time came for her questions, it still hurt him.

Alexander gulped. He forced himself to stop caring so much and continued to speak in a deep voice. "I only did this because our..."

At the same time, Isabelle had become agitated, and she said in a slightly trembling, somber voice, "Alexander, for you to do these kind of things... If it were James, he definitely wouldn't have treated you..."

When someone faces a situation that's difficult to accept or believe, it's hard not to confuse themselves. In that moment, Isabelle felt completely defeated by Alexander's admittance. She had no idea that the words she unknowingly just said... how she heartlessly compared the two, was practically killing Alexander.

Alexander's following words seemed to completely disappear from his mouth. His stare into Isabelle's eyes became more complicated.

For James to experience this, get angry and not believe him, that he could understand.

For her to hear James's words and not believe him, he could tolerate.

All because he knew in his heart that he had to back down to be able to shatter the beautiful facade of Mrs. Williams in their hearts.

But for her to compare him to James and wholeheartedly believe that James would never do such a thing, without even considering that that he might have had a good reason for everything he'd done...

So in her heart, all along, he was never as good as James. After doing all of this, how could he take that? How could he take that!

"Right, you're right..." Alexander suddenly curved his lips into a smile. He stared into Isabelle's eyes with a glimmer of self-mocking. "However, what a shame... In the end, I'm not James."

He thought back to that night when the Williams family was in trouble. He remembered how she laid in his arms and asked him to take care of James.

He thought back to how she appeared at his office doors, and saw him and James at the same time but called his name first...

Even if James and her were divorced... Even if he himself treated her so well... In her heart, James was still the most important!

"You must've always thought of how great it would be if I became James, am I right?" Alexander could distinctly feel a fit of jealousy spreading through his body. He really wanted to control his temper, but his emotions were riled up with Isabelle's single comparison. Without waiting for her to react, his tone instantly became cold and stern. "But, Isabelle. Let me tell you... I'll never become James!

"Since you care about James so much, go and look for him!" As Alexander said this, he got up from the sofa, and dragged Isabelle by the arm towards the door. He pulled it open and ruthlessly threw her out.

Isabelle stumbled under Alexander's sheer force. When she found her balance, the door behind her was already slammed shut. She stared at the tightly shut door, and realized what she'd just said to make Alexander this angry.

She didn't really want to compare him to James, but as she just suddenly found out Alexander acquiring Williams enterprises, she couldn't accept that at all. He and James were clearly biological brothers, and had always got a long so well, how could he make a move like that? How could he disregard all sentiment like that?

Isabelle saw the wandering eyes of those in the administration department nearby. She slightly lowered her head, turned around, and walked over to the office. As she tried to push open the door, she realized that it was locked from the inside, so she knocked on the door.

Isabelle waited for half a minute, but there was no response. She raised her arm again, ready to knock, when suddenly, Alexander pulled the door open.

"Alexander..." He bolted towards the elevator with big strides, brushing past her like she wasn't even there.

Isabelle tried her best to catch up. Subconsciously, she tried to explain to Alexander in a low voice, "It's not what you think, I didn't compare you with James. I just..."

For tonight's dinner date, she had deliberately worn ten centimeter heels, and so she simply couldn't catch up to Alexander. Before she could finish what she had to say, he stepped into the elevator. When she finally reached the doors, they had already shut, and the elevator slowly descended.

Isabelle frantically pressed the elevator button to chase him down.

She stepped out from the elevator on the lower floor and saw Alexander get into his car. She called his name and rushed towards him, but because she ran so hastily, she buckled under the her tall, thin heels. Using the car beside her to regain her balance, she heard the sound of Alexander's car engine start up. Completely ignoring the pain in her ankles, she hobbled over as it sped off.

Isabelle watched as Alexander's car drove out of the parking lot for quite some time, then turned around to the elevator. Just as she was about to press the floor number for the elevator, the phone in her pocket started to ring...