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While Lilian departed in smug satisfaction, inside the villa, Isabella lay in calculated stillness. Though consciousness remained, her world had plunged into darkness. The soft mattress beneath her did little to comfort as she tracked the movements and whispered conversations surrounding her.
Her mind raced, analyzing her predicament. She’d detected her attacker’s approach outside the banquet, but they’d clearly studied her combat style. Despite her defensive strikes, they’d persisted until the drug-soaked cloth found its mark.
Feigning unconsciousness had been her only option, and the potent sedative she’d partially inhaled had robbed her of sight. Its strength was evident in how quickly it had affected her vision.
Isabella forced herself to remain calm, channeling her energy into gathering intelligence.
Those people’s elaborate setup suggested darker intentions yet to come. With practiced precision, she tracked each footstep and murmured conversation, building a mental map of her surroundings while her fingers sought the familiar comfort of her gemstone bracelet.
Her fingertips, alive with heightened sensitivity, moved deliberately across the stones. Each careful touch helped fight through the drug’s effect while she remained poised for action.
In the opulent bedroom suite, several men wielded cameras, exchanging predatory glances as they studied her still form.
“Strip down and wake her,” one instructed the man beside the bed.
“We’re rolling now.”
The words sent ice through Isabella’s veins, her fingers pressing harder against the bracelet’s smooth surface.
Just as unwanted fingers grazed her collar, a spark of light pierced her darkness. Though her vision remained clouded, the dim glow was enough to outline the shapes around her.
“She’s awake. Ouch, my…”
In one fluid motion, Isabella seized her attacker’s hand, twisting it viciously. The cameramen, caught off guard by her resistance to the sedative, lunged forward with rolled sleeves. But before they could lay hands on her, she dispatched them with precision—a single, devastating strike dropping each one!
Surveying the chaos before her, Isabella methodically examined the cameras strewn across the floor beside their unconscious owners, her heart pounding as she accessed their contents.
Her stomach churned at the revolting footage that filled the screens. Raw and unedited scenes played out before her, the crude comments making bile rise in her throat. Yet beneath her disgust, her trained eye caught crucial details.
These people not only knew that the individuals being filmed were drugged, but also had these illicit substances in their possession. Their distinctive Estresa accent painted a clear picture of their origins and allegiances.
A glacial calm settled over Isabella as the pieces fell into place. The events of the past few days formed an unmistakable trail leading straight to Lilian. While this might be merely a glimpse into Lilian’s web of corruption, even this single thread revealed the dark tapestry of her crimes.
To think that someone barely in her twenties could orchestrate such depravity—it spoke volumes about the countless atrocities the Perkins family must have committed over the years!
Without hesitation, Isabella retrieved her phone and dialed Jared.
“Jared, I need you to bring a team to Lancer Residence immediately.”
She quickly outlined the day’s events.
“That Lilian is absolutely deranged!” Jared’s voice crackled with fury and concern.
“Thank god you’re safe, boss. Hold tight—we’ll be there in no time!”
After ending the call, Isabella turned her attention to her mission with Jared. She grabbed one of the unconscious men, determined to extract information about Lilian and the Perkins family.
The crunch of tires on gravel drew her attention. Through her still-blurred vision, she mistook the approaching figure for Jared. But as she opened the door, she found herself frozen before Andrew’s commanding presence and stern expression.
The moment his eyes fell upon her, Andrew’s severe demeanor softened, and his entourage halted in their tracks.
“Andrew…” His name escaped Isabella’s lips, unbidden.
Since receiving Lilian’s message, Andrew had been consumed with worry for Isabella. Though he’d thought it wouldn’t be easy to see Isabella at Lancer
Residence, here she stood before him. Yet something wasn’t right.
“What happened to your eyes?”
Concern flooded his voice. Isabella’s eyes had always captivated him—their vibrant spirit being her most striking feature. He recalled how a mere glimpse of them in Waylon’s video call had ensnared him completely, drawing him to the soul that shone through.
But now, though still beautiful, they were veiled by an unsettling haze, their corners tinged with red. Gone was their characteristic clarity and coolness. Something was terribly wrong.
Touched by Andrew’s perceptiveness, Isabella saw no reason to hide anything from her beloved. She cast a meaningful glance at his accompanying team.
“Can I borrow your people?”
“Of course.”
With a subtle nod, Andrew turned to his team.
“You all follow Miss Patton’ instructions.”
“Understood,” came their unified response.
After arranging for Andrew’s team to monitor the incapacitated men until Jared’s arrival, Isabella departed the villa with Andrew, heading toward the hospital.
During their journey, she revealed the details of her conflict with Lilian.
“Jared is my friend,” she said, her voice steady despite the weight of her words.
“When I discovered Lilian had manipulated his contract, she eliminated Aiken and set her sights on me. I gravely underestimated the depths she would sink to…”
Andrew listened intently, his grip on Isabella’s hand tightening protectively. Though her account was terse, he recognized the danger behind each word.
A single misstep could have led to catastrophic consequences. Lilian, emboldened by the Perkins family’s influence, operated with a flagrant disregard for law and morality.
Rage simmered in Andrew’s eyes, but he carefully masked it, unwilling to cause Isabella additional distress.
Concerned about her compromised vision, he commanded the driver, “Faster.”
The sleek black vehicle glided swiftly through the streets. At the hospital, medical intervention successfully restored Isabella’s sight.
Just then, Jared’s call came through.
“Boss, I’ve secured them. How are you holding up?”
“I’m alright,” she assured him.
“Listen, boss,” Jared continued, his tone resolute.
“I’ve given it careful thought. Since Lilian is determined to force my cooperation, perhaps it’s wiser to play along—at least to prevent her from harming more innocent people. Our previous concerns… we’ll have to shelve them for now!”
Isabella gripped her phone, weighing his words carefully before concurring with Jared’s strategic decision.
Jared strode into the police station, his credentials held with quiet authority.
“I need a private audience with your chief,” he stated, his tone brooking no argument.
The police chief emerged from his office, initially confused until his eyes landed on the distinctive insignia adorning Jared’s credentials. His casual demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by professionalism.
“Mr. Cooper, you have our full cooperation in whatever course of action you choose to pursue.”
“Good.”
Without further pleasantries, Jared ushered in the photographers.
Their loyalty crumbled in the face of legal consequences. They turned against Lilian, becoming unwitting pawns in Jared’s elaborate deception.
Meanwhile, in her luxurious residence, Lilian pressed her phone to her ear, a smile playing at her lips.
“How’s everything going?”
The voice on the other end wavered, its owner casting nervous glances at Jared’s imposing presence beside him.
“Everything’s proceeding as planned, Miss Perkins. Would you care to review the footage?”
Lilian had spared no expense in her scheme against Isabella. The man she had hand-picked for Isabella was someone who had once caught her eye. Seeing him with Isabella now might stir uncomfortable feelings.
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