Chapter 221 Isabel and Richie's Fight

Isabel's reflexes were sharp. She swiftly dodged the attack while grabbing her opponent's arm and aiming a kick at his lower body.

Her opponent was just as quick. His free hand shot out and grabbed Isabel's leg.

The man's grip was strong, nearly preventing Isabel from pulling her leg back.

She stumbled back two steps after freeing herself and steadied her stance. This time, she didn't rush to attack. Instead, she put some distance between them and caught sight of a figure standing by the window. She couldn't make out the person's features under the moonlight's hazy glow.

However, the silhouette resembled the one she'd seen in the photos on Xander's phone.

It also looked like...

Like him.

"Who are you?" The man's deliberately low voice cut through the tension.

Isabel's sharp gaze roved over him, studying him closely.

"Who are you?" she countered, lowering her voice as well.

The atmosphere grew taut, like a bowstring ready to snap.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again, "Are you an enemy of the Nelsons?"

His question mirrored Isabel's thoughts. It was something Xander had also been investigating-was this man part of the Nelsons or their enemy?

After a brief pause, Isabel decided to test him. "What if I am?"

The moment the words left her mouth, the man's voice, brimming with murderous intent, rang out.

"Then you'll die."

As his words fell, his hand turned into a fist, aiming straight for Isabel's chest.

Isabel raised her palms, catching his punch mid-air.

But then the man's fist shifted into a claw, veering toward her neck with the intent to strangle her.

Isabel reacted quickly, leaping backward.

As she retreated, the man advanced. His long stride allowed him to grab her shirt.

Her pupils dilated as she stumbled back several more steps.

Rip! Her collar was pulled open.

After several exchanges, their positions shifted, leaving Isabel standing by the window.

She glanced down at her neck. Luckily, only an inch below her collarbone was exposed.

Just as she felt a small wave of relief, the man's voice, now tinged with excitement, startled her.

"The emerald guardian angel pendant? Why do you have it?"

Did he recognize the pendant?

an enemy of the Nelsons, he'd kill me. So, he must be one

"Someone broke in!"

Sh*t!

We had been discovered!

commotion earlier

a hiding spot. Then,

was Leslie and some other children playing hide-and-seek in the living room. Leslie had pressed a hidden button on the side of the couch,

rushed toward

her surprise, the man

know about this

sound of a door opening came from

hidden button on the couch. It shifted, revealing

exactly like the

the shock

jumped into the compartment and looked up, gesturing

What are you waiting for? Hurry

Leslie had

had pressed the hidden button on the sofa, causing it to slide away, and led him to hide inside the secret compartment. Click! The

thoughts and jumped into the compartment just before the couch

and bright lights flooded the

crouched in the darkness of the hidden

attention to the noise above. His focus was entirely

compartment was pitch black, but his

Who is she?

pendant and knew about this

Who is she?

Could she be

No, impossible!

dead, lost in that

moved

Footsteps echoed as the Bennetts' bodyguards

over there and check that side too-don't miss a single spot!" A commanding voice called out, one Isabel immediately recognized as

Leo is

suddenly called

the moment she

them?" Xander's deep, unmistakable voice cut through the

He's here!

heart began pounding

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!

and faster with each

so close,

she

hadn't been this way earlier. Is it

darkness of the hidden space obscured her expression, leaving Richie to rely

"Still searching," Leo replied.

situation?" Xander asked as he sat down on the

pressed her lips tightly together, her hands gripping the fabric of a

down and it turned out that she was

he looked back up, narrowing

she was nervous because

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