Chapter 313 A Gun Pressed Against Her Head
So quiet?
There might be an ambush.
Better to be cautious.
Isabel turned sideways, pushed open the door, and stepped inside, every muscle tensed and alert.
The moment she entered, the lights suddenly turned on.
Nearly ten people faced the door, one of them seated in a chair, idly playing with a knife.
"Lone Wolf, I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
Isabel's eyes narrowed coldly, her expression turning icy.
"Enough with the pleasantries. I've got what you wanted."
She said this as she reached into her pocket.
The leader's piercing gaze followed every movement she made.
Isabel took her time, pulling out the item with measured caution.
Suddenly ...
Isabel's gaze shot up toward the window.
"Who's there?!"
Her loud shout instantly drew everyone's attention.
In that split second, Isabel yanked something from her pocket.
That was a can of spray.
With a sharp hiss, she pressed down, releasing the spray.
By the time they reacted, the mist of the drug spray had already stung their eyes.
"Oh no! It's a trap! Run!"
Trying to escape?
Isabel's gaze locked onto the leader as her wrist flicked, releasing a gleaming knife from her sleeve.
In one swift motion, she lunged forward, pressing the blade against his throat.
What's happening inside?
Richie had arrived early, with his men lying in wait nearby.
This scene left him baffled.
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