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“You don’t believe me? I’ll show you!” Patty declared, heading outside with determination.
They strolled through the garden, following a winding path until they arrived at Savannah’s house.
It was grand, elegant, but lacking in over-the-top luxury.
“See? Her house isn’t nearly as expensive as mine,” Patty said, crossing her arms with a smug grin.
“That’s just the outside. She’s a princess—surely the inside must be beautiful,” Isabella replied calmly.
“You’re so naive. Do you really think being a princess makes someone that much better?” Patty sneered, though she didn’t dare enter the mansion. “Forget it. I’m not—“
Patty huffed, “I’m not going to waste my time arguing with you. Just seeing all this grandeur is already an honor for you.”
As Patty rambled on, a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over her. She yawned widely, sinking to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness. The two bodyguards, too, succumbed to drowsiness, loosening their grip on Isabella’s arms.
Isabella quickly adjusted the bodyguards and Patty, noting how effective Susan’s gift had been.
“Well, enjoy your little nap,” Isabella said with a smirk before swiftly scaling the wall to the second-floor balcony.
She slipped into a room, peeking around the door. Seeing no one outside, she stepped into the dim hallway. She expected Andrew to be in the building.
Meticulously checking each room, she found no trace of him. By the time she reached the last room, she opened the door and saw a familiar figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, impeccably dressed in a black suit. He stood in the shadows, the absence of light lending him an air of mystery and restraint, bathed in a dim glow.
At that moment, he exuded a faint melancholy that stirred an inexplicable curiosity. Isabella felt her eyes redden slightly as she stepped inside.
Not bothering to conceal her footsteps, she drew Andrew’s attention almost immediately. He turned his head toward her.
Their eyes locked, and Isabella held her breath, waiting for his reaction. But Andrew’s expression shifted, his voice turning stern and icy. “Who are you?”
Isabella had envisioned their reunion, but she hadn’t anticipated such a cold greeting. For a moment, she was taken aback, realizing that he seemed somewhat different from the man she remembered.
His usual hairstyle, a casual three-seven part with bangs, had been replaced by a slicked-back look that revealed a smooth, prominent forehead, giving him an aloof and sharp appearance that radiated upper-class nobility.
Isabella’s first thought was that perhaps someone else was in the room, but she quickly sensed that they were alone.
“What happened?” Isabella asked, her tone steady and calm.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The man’s voice was cold, his eyes devoid of warmth, as if she were nothing more than a stranger. In that moment, understanding washed over Isabella, and her heart sank like a stone.
“Did you lose your memory?” she asked, her voice coming out hoarse, the sound unfamiliar to her ears.
She had assumed that Andrew had been brought here against his will, but she hadn’t anticipated that he might have lost his memory.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know you at all,” Andrew replied, towering over her, a head taller than Isabella. His long, strong fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
It was a beautiful face, yet Andrew was certain he had never seen it before.
Isabella’s heart sank even further. Not only had he lost his memories, but she feared that false ones might have been planted in their place.
Normally calm and unfazed, she now found herself completely at a loss in this unsettling situation.
“Do you remember this?” Isabella asked, raising her hand. A delicate ring glinted on her finger—the one Andrew had given her.
Andrew furrowed his brows tightly. He subconsciously raised his hand, revealing a similar ring on his finger. However, the ring he wore was a token of love between him and Savannah.
“You also have this ring…” Andrew murmured, confused.
“Andrew, your memory has been altered by someone,” Isabella said gently. “I’m your fianc?e.” She took his hand, trying to jog his memory. “You were brought here by Savannah’s people. Their goal is to make you marry Savannah, so they can gain control over Aswil more easily.”
Suddenly, the sound of multiple footsteps echoed in the hallway. It was clear that the footsteps belonged to a group of people. Their approach meant only one thing: her presence had been discovered.
Isabella was alone, and she knew she couldn’t fight off the royal guards on her own. She had no choice but to leave Andrew behind.
Before she fled, she looked at him and said, “I’ll come back for you. If you miss me, just look at your ring.” Taking a deep breath, she opened the window, took a quick glance back at the room, and jumped out.
The moment she jumped, the guards appeared at the door, with Savannah leading the group.
“Someone has been here,” Savannah said with a grave expression. She turned on the lights and scanned the room for any signs of another presence. When she didn’t find anything, her gaze fixed on the window.
She was about to walk over to it when Andrew spoke up. “No one has been here. I’m a little tired. I want to rest.”
Andrew was confused. He didn’t understand why he was covering for the woman he had just met.
Savannah’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Andrew suspiciously. “You’re lying. You were talking to someone just now.”
She walked toward him, staring at his face with a mix of hurt and accusation. “You promised you’d be good to me forever. We’re about to get engaged. How can you lie to me?”
When Andrew heard these words, memories of him and Savannah flooded his mind. Although they had only met six months ago, their bond felt strong. He had fallen in love with her at first sight, and it had taken him so much effort to finally win her over.
He had vowed to himself that he would treat her well for the rest of his life. How could he break that promise now?
Andrew felt conflicted. He instinctively asked, “Have you ever lied to me?”
A flicker of surprise crossed Savannah’s eyes, but it was fleeting. She quickly replied, “Lie to you? How could I do that?”
She leaned in closer and added in a soft, persuasive voice, “We’ll be engaged soon. Aren’t we the most important people to each other?”
Andrew fell silent.
Savannah’s expression softened. She held his hand and said with concern, “Maybe meeting my father and the others these past few days has worn you out. You should rest now.”
Andrew nodded, still not saying anything. Savannah squeezed his hand slightly, smiled, and left with her guards.
Meanwhile, Isabella had successfully landed downstairs. She immediately knocked out a guard nearby and changed into his uniform. This was her only way to leave the palace safely.
As she walked along the road, she secretly surveyed the surroundings. The guards stationed at every corner made it clear that security in this area was extraordinarily tight.
The main gate was also heavily guarded. Isabella knew it would be nearly impossible to slip past the security without being noticed. Yet, she had already walked around the palace and found no gaps in the security. Even the towering walls were reinforced with electric fences. If she scaled them, she would certainly die.
In the end, she realized she had no choice but to leave through the main gate.
The guards at the main gate stood upright, vigilantly guarding the area.
“Something happened! Miss Hunt was attacked just now! Hurry! Go there and help!”
Suddenly, shouts rang out from a certain direction, and a guard was seen running anxiously. The guards at the main gate exchanged glances, and some of them immediately ran towards the commotion. Isabella seized the opportunity and dashed outside. However, one guard at the main gate noticed her and shouted, “Hey, where are you going?”
Isabella took a deep breath, forcing her voice to sound deeper and more authoritative, like a man’s. “I’m going to report to Miss Hunt’s father.”
The guard frowned, sensing something was off. Just then, Savannah approached with a group of men, shouting, “Stop her! She’s an intruder.”
The guards’ expressions shifted drastically. “Stop right there!” one of them shouted, reaching for Isabella’s arm. The palace guards were no ordinary men. In an instant, a dagger was thrust at Isabella. She sidestepped to dodge it, but it was followed by a hail of bullets fired in her direction.
Isabella instinctively ducked, feeling the bullets whiz past her. However, she was still shot in the arm. She turned her head, and her heart sank when she saw a dark mass of people rapidly closing in behind her.
“Isabella, you can’t escape. But I’ll give you a way out. If you kneel and crawl over to me, I may consider sparing your life,” Savannah said coldly, standing behind the guards. She had already recognized Isabella.
Isabella didn’t move. If she made a run for it now, she would surely be caught in the crossfire, with no chance of escape. Her face turned grim as she clutched her arm, feeling the warmth of blood trickling down. She glanced down and saw the crimson stain spreading across her sleeve.
At that moment, the harsh glint of gun muzzles reflected in the dim light, surrounding her like a deadly halo. Savannah looked at Isabella, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and triumph. The feeling of controlling Isabella’s life and death was utterly exhilarating.
“I’ll count to three. If you don’t come over, I’ll let them shoot you,” Savannah warned, her voice laced with menace. She raised her hand and counted slowly, “One… Two…” When she was about to raise her third finger, the guards cocked their guns.
The next moment, a thunderous roar tore through the night.
“What are you doing?”
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