The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife (Isabella Thompson) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527

“Draxton!” Isabella shouted. Draxton paused. Isabella walked over and complained, Why are you making it so brutal?”

Draxton pursed his lips and replied, “Bella, this place is cold. What are you doing here?”

“Of course, I’m here to see Mr. Four.” Isabella smiled at Number Four.

Number Four stared at them and laughed, “Hmph, the two of you, none of you are good!”

Isabella giggled, Draxton, Mr. Four is so good with words. It’s a pity to cut off his tongue. Why don’t we invite Mr. Three over and let them perform crosstalk?”

Draxton was dumbfounded.

Only Bella knew what to do was the best!

Number Four howled, “You vicious tigress, just cut off my tongue as you wish!”

Isabella pulled Draxton out.

The two of them left the dungeon where Mr. Four was imprisoned. Draxton asked, “Bella, why didn’t you let me kill him? Don’t tell me you really can’t bear to?”

Isabella sighed helplessly. “How is that possible? I just feel that killing him is a little hasty. Since that branch dared to use your genes to create clones, they must be vicious. Before destroying that branch, keep these clones first.”

“Tsk!” A contemptuous sneer could be heard.

Isabella looked over and saw a handsome young man locked up in a cell beside him.

Through the bars, the man stared at them mockingly.

Isabella looked at the man from head to toe and asked, “Is this person Walter’s clone?”

Draxton nodded with an emotionless face.

“He’s the one who harmed Spencer?” Isabella asked.

Draxton nodded.

Isabella smiled and walked to the fence. She crushed a pill and threw it in.

She smiled and spoke to the person inside, Take your time! Enjoy!”

With that, she and Draxton left.

‘Bella, what did you throw in there?” Draxton asked curiously.

Isabella smiled wickedly, “This is a pill that makes one itch. It diffuses in the air. That guy is going to suffer today.”

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Draxton suggested, “Then why don’t you give that guy some too?”

“Mr. Four?” Isabella touched her chin, and her eyes lit up. “I forgot. Next time, I’ll remember, they’re all prisoners. We have to treat them fairly.”

In the dungeon, Mr. Four sneezed out of a sudden. He gritted his teeth and continued to scold, “It must be that adulterous couple who wants to abuse me!”

The next day, Isabella went to the dungeon again, giving Mr. Four a pill that made him itch.

Hearing the commotion, Walter’s clone crazily pounded on the cell door and cursed, “Damn woman, what did you drug me with that day? Why do I feel so itchy?”

It was simple enough to drive one crazy.

Isabella turned around and was instantly amused.

He was originally a handsome young man with messy hair and two large dark circles under his eyes. His face had apparent scratches, and he looked like a lunatic.

Seeing that Isabella was still smiling, the young man’s expression became even more terrifying.

Isabella asked, “What do you want to try today? Itch, pain, or both itch and pain?’

The young man immediately fell silent and obediently retreated.

Isabella feared she would torture the other party to death with another pill, so she decided to let him go.