The Mystery of True and False Lifesavers

Victoire Wentworth was filled with a sudden burst of joy. She could never have dreamed that Young Master Montfort had actually come to her rescue.

In her heart, she sneered, "Claire Wentworth, does your face hurt now?"

Although she was extremely proud in her heart, she didn't dare to show it on her face. She didn't even dare to move because Claire Wentworth's knife was pressed tightly against her cheek.

She could only look at Alexandre Montfort with her eyes, watching him approach them. His wheelchair came to a halt, and then he reached out his hand to Claire Wentworth.

She heard him say softly, "Give me the knife."

However, Claire Wentworth remained motionless. Instead, she pressed the knife even harder against Victoire Wentworth's face.

The sharp blade made Victoire Wentworth's heart skip a beat. She almost turned her feigned heart disease into a real one.

Victoire Wentworth cast a resentful glance at Leo behind Alexandre Montfort. She thought, "Aren't you supposed to be highly skilled? Why don't you come and take the knife away?" But Leo completely failed to understand her meaning.

Just as Victoire Wentworth was desperately winking at Leo, Claire Wentworth's gaze intertwined with Alexandre Montfort's.

Could he really be here to save Victoire Wentworth?

Did he really believe that it was Victoire Wentworth who had saved him two years ago?

Claire Wentworth's eyes reddened slightly. She stared at the hand in front of her, a hand with perfect proportions, slender and clean, as if it were a work of art carefully drawn.

Alexandre Montfort had promised her in the afternoon that he would be her solid backing. He even said that even if something happened to him, The Montfort family would continue to protect her.

It was because she firmly believed that he would be her reliance that she had the courage to confront the numerous members of The Wentworth family.

And because of this trust, she dared to press the knife against Victoire Wentworth's face.

But at this moment, everything had changed.

The person she had relied on was now only focused on standing up for Victoire Wentworth.

For Victoire Wentworth, he had approved the loan for The Wentworth family, given her an order worth tens of millions, and even declined the banquet invitation from The Dupont family to attend Victoire Wentworth's celebration party.

All her confidence crumbled in an instant.

It seemed that she would ultimately have to avenge herself.

"Claire, give me the knife. Be good," said Alexandre Montfort in a voice as gentle as the spring breeze. His deep eyes were filled with endless tenderness as he gazed at her affectionately.

Claire Wentworth thought to herself that he must be trying to coax her. The only reason he was being so gentle was that he didn't want her to harm Victoire Wentworth.

A wave of grievance welled up in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes. Just as she couldn't help but want to stab recklessly, Alexandre Montfort suddenly reached out and pulled her. At the same time, Leo quickly snatched the knife from her hand.

Claire Wentworth lost her balance and fell into Alexandre Montfort's arms.

Instead of avoiding her, he caught her steadily and gently tidied her messy hair, saying softly, "I promised to be your backing, and I will keep my word."

Claire Wentworth was stunned. She stared at him blankly, filled with confusion. What did this mean? Wasn't he here to save Victoire Wentworth?

The corner of Alexandre Montfort's mouth curled up slightly. He teased, "Madam, why don't you sit down first? Wait until I help you vent your anger, and then you can throw yourself into my arms."

Claire Wentworth's face turned bright red. She quickly broke free from his embrace and sat down on another chair that Leo had brought over in a flurry.

Immediately after, Alexandre Montfort naturally took her small hand in his palm.

Claire Wentworth's face became even redder, like a ripe apple.

On the other side, Victoire Wentworth, who was helped to sit on a chair by Lucas Moreau, watched their every move and secretly clenched her fingers.

She adjusted her sitting posture, turned slightly to the side, and lowered her head slightly to ensure that she presented her most beautiful side. Then she said softly and coquettishly:

"Young Master Montfort, thank you for coming to save me. I didn't expect my sister to..."

"But it's okay, Young Master Montfort. You can take my sister back. She just loves you so much that she lost her temper for a moment."

These words made the people around look at her with admiration again. Of course, there was more envy in their eyes.

After all, for someone to be personally rescued by Young Master Montfort, the relationship must be extraordinary.

So everyone automatically ignored the tenderness that Young Master Montfort showed towards Claire Wentworth, only thinking that Victoire Wentworth was really resourceful.

Alexandre Montfort stared at Victoire Wentworth coldly and asked, "You said it was you who saved me two years ago?"

"Yes..." Victoire Wentworth stole a glance at Claire Wentworth and pretended to be forbearing. "Uh, no, it wasn't!"

At this moment, Leo suddenly cracked his fingers, and the crisp sound made Victoire Wentworth tremble all over.

"Sister, it's not that I'm deliberately against you. I just don't dare to lie! Please forgive me."

"Get to the point," Alexandre Montfort said impatiently.

"Two years ago, on Prosperity Avenue, I saw a Bugatti Veyron crash into a concrete pillar. At that time, Young Master Montfort, you were trapped in the driver's seat and couldn't move. So I went up, unbuckled your seatbelt, dragged you to a safe place, and called an ambulance to send you to the hospital."

"You were in a coma for several hours in the hospital. After you woke up, you gave me this cufflink..."

Alexandre Montfort interrupted her suddenly, "Are you sure it was like this?"

Victoire Wentworth hesitated. She had investigated these details and was sure they were correct. But to be on the safe side, she said:

"Young Master Montfort, this is what I remember. But it's been so long that I might not remember some details clearly."

Alexandre Montfort stared intently at Victoire Wentworth, his brows furrowed, and his expression extremely solemn.

In the meantime, Claire Wentworth's heart was pounding like a drum.

Why? Because two years ago, it was actually her who had saved Alexandre Montfort, not Victoire Wentworth.

At that time, she didn't know that the person she had saved was Alexandre Montfort.

She only remembered that she had managed to drag the man out of the car with great difficulty. But as soon as he regained consciousness, he suddenly leaned towards her, pressing his head against her neck. His scorching breath made her think he was going to molest her.

Out of instinct, she panicked and took out a needle from her schoolbag, stabbing him randomly. She had intended to make him temporarily immobile, but unfortunately, the needle went astray.

She was so scared that she followed him to the hospital all the way. She didn't feel relieved until he woke up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed her hand. In her panic, she accidentally pulled off his cufflink.

After returning home, she hastily hid the cufflink in her piggy bank. Thinking that the matter was over, she gradually forgot about it.

It was not until today, when she heard Victoire Wentworth claim to be Young Master Montfort's savior and saw the cufflink hanging around her neck, that she realized the matter was far from over.

The needle she had stabbed two years ago had caused Alexandre Montfort to suffer for two years, worsening his already injured body.

She didn't want Victoire Wentworth to take the credit, but she herself didn't dare to admit it either.

Because just this afternoon, she had detailed to Alexandre Montfort the harm that the strange energy had caused to his body.

If he found out that this energy was caused by the needle she had stabbed two years ago, not to mention whether she could be regarded as a savior, she was afraid that she couldn't escape the charge of intentional injury.

The only thing she couldn't figure out was how Victoire Wentworth had guessed that she didn't dare to admit this identity.

"Are you sure this cufflink was given to you by me?" Alexandre Montfort asked again.

"Sure!" Victoire Wentworth replied firmly.

Sure?

Victoire Wentworth's answer made Claire Wentworth's heart skip a beat. She looked at Alexandre Montfort in surprise, thinking, "As expected of Young Master Montfort. He's so smart. He's really not an ordinary person."

Because that cufflink was not given by Young Master Montfort at all. She had accidentally pulled it off.

Alexandre Montfort's voice suddenly turned icy cold. "Victoire Wentworth, I'll give you one more chance. Was this cufflink really given to you by me?"