Chapter 452
“Why bring such a large team? Send them back to rest.”
“You’re heading to Westhaven. We have no operations there. Extra manpower ensures safety,” Maxwell explained.
Isabella countered sharply. “I’m going directly to Takashi Yamamoto’s mountain. I’ll retrieve Benjamin and return immediately. They can’t even ascend the summit… unless they intend to become mosquito bait at the base?”
Maxwell fell silent at her logic.
“Return to base and rest,” Isabella ordered the ten men.
They hesitated, disappointed. Accompanying Isabella on missions was a rare honor, yet she dismissed them so effortlessly.
Her point stood: What purpose did they serve besides being insect food at the mountain’s foot?
The team reluctantly agreed.
Isabella boarded the plane with Maxwell. The jet headed straight for Westhaven. A sudden thought struck her. “Is Takashi Yamamoto home tonight?”
“No, he’s a night owl. Clubs every evening. Poor Mr. Kensington remains trapped in the basement, starving himself foolishly.” Maxwell sighed.
Isabella relaxed. Takashi’s absence simplified everything. She entered the dressing room, changing into her stealth mission suit. She checked all necessary equipment.
Ninety minutes later, the plane landed silently on a secluded Westhaven mountain peak. The spy-model aircraft attracted zero attention.
“Landing on Takashi’s mountain would alert his guards. Driving there takes approximately one hour.”
“Understood.” Isabella exited the plane, entering a waiting vehicle. They sped toward the mountain.
The driver suddenly warned, “Maxwell, Boss Montgomery, we have a tail.”
Isabella glanced back, her sharp eyes instantly recognizing Dominic Sterling behind the wheel.
Had Nathaniel sent Dominic to monitor her?
“Ignore them. They’re with me,” Isabella stated calmly.
The driver relaxed while Maxwell frowned. With her? Was Boss Montgomery no longer cautious around Nathaniel?
What about Mr. Kensington?
The car reached the mountain base. Isabella stepped out, adjusting her custom sunglasses. She moved toward the slope.
“Exercise extreme caution, Boss Montgomery,” Maxwell called out anxiously. “If anything seems off, retreat immediately. Don’t take unnecessary risks.”
“I know what I’m doing.” Isabella calibrated her glasses. These specialized lenses detected infrared beams invisible to the naked eye.
Scanning the mountain, she observed a dense network of infrared tripwires. Triggering any would set off alarms.
Heh. Did they really think this could stop her?
She advanced steadily, her black tactical suit emphasizing her lethal grace in the darkness. Isabella moved with cold, calculated precision.
Approaching the first infrared beam, she simply arched her back smoothly, clearing it effortlessly.
The driver watched from the car window. “Hey Maxwell, want to bet? I wager Boss Montgomery reaches the summit within an hour.”
“One hour?” Maxwell frowned. Even sprinting without obstacles took over an hour from base to peak. How could Isabella possibly achieve that?