Chapter 237
Her eyes burned with pure hatred as she watched Isabella walk away. “Isabella Montgomery! You vicious snake! Stop right there! If you take another step, I’ll drag you to court! You set that beast on me, pushed me into this filth, and deliberately injured me! I’ll make sure you rot behind bars!”
Isabella halted abruptly. She pulled out her phone and began typing.
Seraphina’s rage flickered, replaced by smug satisfaction. “What’s this? Finally scared? Calling your little helpers? Listen carefully—get someone on the line right now, or I swear I’ll ruin you!”
“Be my guest. It might even trend. But such a masterpiece… it deserves an audience, don’t you think?” Isabella’s voice was ice. She turned the screen toward Seraphina.
The footage was horrifying. Seraphina, submerged to her chin in putrid sludge. Her hands white-knuckling a rusted bar. Filth matted her hair, streaked her face. And her expression—twisted, monstrous, snarling like a rabid animal.
Seraphina’s face purpled with fury. “Delete it! Erase it now!”
“Such a waste to delete, though. You wanted to sue me, correct? No cameras around. This… this is your evidence. How will your fans react? Pity? Or will they laugh at the spectacle?” Isabella’s tone remained chillingly calm.
Seraphina felt bile rise. This was a counter-threat. That video was a weapon aimed right at her.
She ground her teeth. “Isabella Montgomery, you’re pure evil! A twisted, sick monster! Just you wait—argh!”
Her body jerked. She sank deeper. A wave of foul liquid flooded her mouth. Exhaustion was winning. Her grip was failing.
“Seraphina Delacroix. Five seconds.” Isabella’s voice cut through the panic. “Confess everything, and I pull you out. Keep lying… well.”
She tapped her phone. A timer appeared. Five. Four. Three…
“Isabella! You witch! I’ve never met anyone as vile as you! You’ll—”
The timer blared. Time was up.
Without a word, Isabella turned. Her posture was regal, untouchable. Evelyn gathered the hem of her gown, following like a loyal attendant.
Seraphina’s arms screamed in agony. She had seconds before she went under completely. Terror won. “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you! It was Victoria! Victoria Kensington! She told me to use the mastiff! The beast is always near my office!”
“Several departments tried to remove it! It’s too aggressive! Victoria sent a note! I got the attractant powder! I only did it because you’re always in my way!”
It didn’t matter. She could still destroy Isabella later.
Isabella’s brow furrowed. Victoria. Again. Scheming even from a hospital bed.
Seraphina sank further. Another gulp of sewage choked her.
Isabella grabbed a discarded rope nearby. She tossed it down. “Grab it. Yourself.”
“I… I have no strength…” Seraphina wanted to beg for help, but the look in Isabella’s eyes froze the words in her throat. She knew that look. No mercy. No second chances.
She summoned every last ounce of will. Her fingers closed around the rough fiber.
Isabella stepped back. Evelyn moved to assist, but Isabella raised a hand. With seemingly effortless strength, she began to pull.
Evelyn stared, stunned. How could someone so slender possess such raw power?
Isabella used one hand. She pulled Seraphina from the two-meter pit without a single strained breath. It was terrifying. Unnatural.
Where did that strength come from?