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Chapter 89. Victorial Cares About Isabella?
Author: Sam-crowned
last update2023-08-21 17:00:49

The video played on the screen was of the time Davis John stepped out of the beach house and helped move Alexander and Victorial, who were unconscious, into the ambulance with the paramedics. Also, the video visibly captured Davis’ eyes nodding at Isabella, who was already in the ambulance. Hence, the video was taken away and returned to the interview.

"So, do you still say you do not know any Davis John, Mrs. Victorial Sinclair?" the journalist asked.

"I do not understand. Did you bring me here on air to interrogate me? You can see very clearly from the video that my ex-husband and I were being moved into the ambulance on stretchers. We were unconscious and do not know anything that happened around us. Who knows how long we were unconscious for? I have never seen him in my house before, and this revelation of him being in my house is just very shocking to me right now," Victorial yelled.

"I apologize, Mrs. Victorial Sinclair. It was never our intention to vex you. We just wanted clar
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