Chapter 127

Isabella really didn't want to take the rabbit pillow. But seeing Oliver was about to cling to her again, she reached out and accepted it with a sigh. "Alright, you can go now."

Only after she took the pillow did Nathaniel leave with Oliver, his movements elegant and composed. Isabella stared at the oversized rabbit pillow in her arms. Suddenly, the underground detention cell didn't feel quite as cold anymore.

She hugged the pillow and lay back down on the bed, trying to relax. But her mind kept flashing images of Eleanor and Victoria's cold, indifferent faces. They contrasted sharply with Oliver's and Nathaniel's trusting expressions. The two scenes were as different as night and day.

A tiny crack had formed in her icy heart. It was spreading slowly, almost imperceptibly growing wider... The detention room was bitterly cold, but the world outside was in complete chaos.

Not far from the police station, Maxwell, Harrison, and a few others stood in a tight circle. Many unfamiliar faces were also present, all taking turns discussing the situation.

"We need to find a way to get the Boss out."

"I say we just break her out of jail!"

"Should we blow the whole place up?"

"Maybe we should bring in an expert to handle this."

"The best solution is to involve Kirk. He can solve this and help the Boss! He'd be thrilled to help!"

As soon as someone said that, everyone pulled out their phones, ready to take action. Julian rushed over and said coolly, "Everyone, go home and wait calmly for news."

"Huh? Why should we? Julian, why are you so unconcerned about the Boss? You've worked together for five years! You should be the most worried about her!" Maxwell said, his face full of confusion.

Julian's expression turned serious. "She went in willingly. Besides, she has her own strategy. No one is allowed to ruin her plan!"

"Plan? No way! Is it like what she did at the Auto Show? Or that time at the Guci showdown? Does she have a plan to turn the tables?" someone asked.

"Exactly. This time, when her plan succeeds, it will draw blood. Just wait and see," Julian replied.

Everyone there started to feel excited and cheered. "Hurray! The Boss has a plan! This is the best news!"

"Why did the Boss tell you her plans and not us? Does she like you?"

Julian froze. 'Why would she like me?'

He glanced at the luxury cars driving away in the distance, pushed away his inappropriate feelings, and responded indifferently, "You talk too much. Do you want to lose your tongue? Everyone, go home. Don't you dare ruin her plan! If you do, I won't let any of you get away!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the Boss's husband!" the crowd teased as they dispersed.

The scene went unnoticed by the wider world. Meanwhile, the entire internet was still hurling abuse at Isabella, growing more aggressive by the hour. Gabriella even hired someone to release a video. In the video, Isabella could be seen picking up the strawberry. When she thought no one was looking, she sneakily tossed it into a nearby trash can. The internet exploded with fury!

Isabella must have planted the poison. Why else wouldn't she eat the strawberry? Why else would she secretly throw it away? It was unbelievable! Evil-hearted! Scheming b*tch!

Within two days, news of the 12 poisoned models had spread globally. It was inevitable, given the number of famous models involved. Isabella was also a well-known, wealthy female CEO. Her popularity was sky-high. Even people who didn't follow entertainment gossip knew all about it.

Isabella had become a vicious murderer in the public's eyes. Conversely, a video of Victoria defending Isabella also went viral online. As the only one of the 12 models who believed in Isabella, she was hailed as the number one kind-hearted angel.