Rose Parker felt a warm stream surge out of her head; she was bleeding!
She glared viciously at Isabella Weaver, making a "mmm mmm" sound.
"Insulting ?"
Isabella Weaver raised the lid of the tank.
Rose Parker quickly shook her head, indicating she did not.
Isabella Weaver sentenced her, "I heard it. You were insulting ."
The tank lid ca down; Rose Parker got hit again!
"Didn’t I tell you not to move? Look, it hit the wrong spot again, didn’t it? Don’t move, let hit you, and you’ll suffer less."
Isabella Weaver hit her again and saw Rose Parker still glaring as if she wanted to kill soone.
She was a bit worried, "I’m mainly afraid of hitting too hard and killing you, which would an criminal responsibility for , so I’m going easy, but you’re too resistant to hits, aren’t you? How co you haven’t fainted yet?"
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..."
"Alright, alright, I know it hurts like hell. Just one more hit!"
"Bang!"
"Why are your eyes still open? This ti it’s really the last hit!"
"Crash!"
"Do you think closing your eyes ans I can’t tell you haven’t fainted? Absolutely the last hit this ti!"
Isabella Weaver hit several more tis and finally knocked her out.
She checked Rose Parker’s breath; she was still alive.
Hmm, not going to die.
She might end up with a rather severe concussion.
Suddenly, chaotic footsteps sounded outside, mixed with Ella Weaver’s shouting.
Isabella Weaver was startled and imdiately grabbed the unconscious Rose Parker, holding her by the arms in front of herself.
A mont later, the restroom door was kicked open.
Several bodyguards stood outside with Ella Weaver, dark gun barrels pointed at Isabella Weaver.
"Mom!"
Ella Weaver scread and tried to rush in.
"Get out!"
Isabella Weaver shouted sternly, "Take one more step forward, and I’ll kill her!"
She held a piece of glass, a makeshift weapon from the broken bottle of dicine that Rose Parker had prepared.
The glass shard pierced into Rose Parker’s skin, leaving a bloody mark on her neck. She groaned in pain even in her unconsciousness.
Ella Weaver backed off in fear.
The bodyguard beside her, with sharp eyes, said, "She’s just trying to scare you; that piece of glass can’t kill."
"Then shoot her! Kill her! No, disable her, make her a cripple!"
The bodyguards didn’t move.
They were Austin Winter’s n, and Austin only instructed them to bring people over, not to kill or injure anyone.
The person they captured was the Young Madam of the Hunter Family, ant for a deal. How could they make the deal if they crippled her? Wouldn’t Harry Hunter go berserk?
Seeing no one listening, Ella Weaver scread, "Get my mom over here! She’s dying! Her head is bleeding a lot!"
As soon as one bodyguard took a step forward, Isabella Weaver’s glass shard fiercely stabbed into Rose Parker’s neck.
"Co closer, and this shard goes all the way into her flesh!"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Ella Weaver scread, stopping the bodyguards, and shouted insults, "Isabella Weaver, you’re not human! You’re a vicious bitch! Why did you take my mom’s clothes off?"
After yelling, she ordered the bodyguards, "What are you looking at? Turn around!"
The bodyguards exchanged glances, but no one turned around.
It’s not because the naked Rose Parker was interesting, but because Isabella Weaver was their target. They were preparing to drag her out of the restroom. They couldn’t let her keep threatening them with soone.
The group slowly advanced, ready to rush in when suddenly a strong wind blew over their heads, and a helicopter landed. With a few muffled thuds, the bodyguards slowly fell to the ground.
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