"Stop trying to scare people! You’re tied up here now, you might be dead by tomorrow, do you really still have a chance to harm Alexander?"
"I might not have a chance."
Water dripped from Isabella Weaver’s chin, yet her tone was calm, "But Harry Hunter does! He surely won’t be dead by tomorrow, right?"
"Hmph, trying to scare with Harry Hunter? Once you’re dead, he’ll marry soone new, forget all about you, and still seek revenge for you?"
"Of course he will! He’ll make sure the Parker Family is wiped out, oh and your daughter Ella Weaver, she can forget about having any children of her own!"
Rose Parker was furious, "What are you playing at? Harry Hunter doesn’t love you at all, I’ve heard through the grapevine that he only feigns affection for you publicly, it’s just a persona crafted by his PR team!"
Isabella Weaver was very suspicious that Rose’s so-called grapevine was Cherry Lewis spreading rumors. It seed Rose had long wanted to tornt her, and now she finally had the chance and intended to do her permanent harm!
"Whether Harry loves or not isn’t the point; by torturing his wife here, you’re humiliating him! Can he swallow his pride over this? If he wants to maintain his persona, he’ll surely maintain appearances and teach you all a lesson!"
Rose Parker hesitated.
She had witnessed Harry Hunter’s terrifying wrath before, from falling down the stairs and breaking a bone, she still felt a dull ache!
Ella Weaver suddenly spoke, "Mom, I have a plan!"
"What’s the plan?"
Ella Weaver whispered close to Rose Parker’s ear, "First, swap her dication! Throw her onto Cousin’s bed, once she sleeps with Cousin, then give her another type! Harry Hunter surely wouldn’t want a tainted woman! The Hunter Family wouldn’t want such an indiscreet daughter-in-law either!"
Rose Parker’s eyes lit up, "Makes sense!"
What a brilliant plan!
Alexander Parker had always desired Isabella Weaver, perhaps once he slept with her, he’d lose interest and stop desiring her!
By then, Harry Hunter wouldn’t want her either, and she’d have nowhere to go—her situation would be the bleakest!
"Go find soone to get the dication!"
Isabella Weaver couldn’t hear Ella Weaver’s words, but she could tell from the expressions of the mother and daughter, it was surely not a good dication.
She thought for a mont, then spoke up, "I need to use the restroom."
"Hold it! You’re a prisoner now, you have no rights. Unless you kneel down and beg , I might consider it."
Rose Parker sent her daughter off to get the dication and watched Isabella Weaver with an air of arrogant superiority.
"Can’t hold it! You’ve poured a bucket of ice water on ; it’s frozen my stomach, now it hurts! If you don’t take there, I’ll solve it right here, and you can bla yourself for the stench of filth everywhere!"
Rose Parker imagined the scenario and felt utterly disgusted!
That wouldn’t do, they’d soon need to send her to her nephew’s bed, she couldn’t be covered in filth while lying next to Alexander Parker, he wouldn’t agree to it.
Rose Parker, looking thoroughly annoyed, dragged her up to take her to the bathroom.
As they exited the dilapidated room, sunlight stread in, and only then did Isabella Weaver realize she was in a faux ancient-style villa.
But the villa was worn down over ti, with many areas showing signs of decay. The yard was overgrown with weeds, a few ancient trees stood lush with foliage, vibrant with green, yet inexplicably exuding a sinister air.
The villa was astonishingly large, apparently located in a very remote suburb, where land was cheap, allowing them to enclose such a vast area for a yard.
There were quite a few bodyguards in the yard, even in the trees. Isabella Weaver suspected the one occupying the high ground, wearing a camouflage hat made of leaves, might be a sniper.
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