From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 383 No Sign of Madison

Resentment gnawed at Isabella, each stolen memory fueling her bitterness. Penelope had once swiped her crown, dazzled at the jewelry show, and was tight with Brandon.

"Hey, what are you doing? Move along," the security guard grumbled, "Don't loiter here. Get out!"

Isabella looked up and saw the guard waving a stick, shooing away a woman by the trash can.

The woman was clutching some spoiled buns, stuffing them in her mouth, and digging for more food in the trash.

"If you don't leave, I'll get physical. You sure know how to pick a spot; this is a wealthy area, and the trash here is better than what most families eat!"

Isabella walked over. "What's going on?"

"Ms. Mitchell," the guard smiled when he saw her. "Sorry for the hassle, but I've got a crazy woman to deal with. I need to get her out of here."

Isabella glanced over. "See if there's anything left in the kitchen and give it to her. She's in a bad spot."

"Ms. Mitchell, you're so kind."

The woman smelled awful, and Isabella covered her nose, turning to leave.

But then the woman suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Ah!" Isabella was startled.

The guard swiftly intervened, striking the woman forcefully on the back with his baton. The woman screamed and fell.

"Are you nuts? How dare you act up here! Ms. Mitchell, please go inside. I'll handle this!"

The woman struggled to lift her head, revealing a dirty face. "It's me, Isabella. Don't you recognize me?"

Isabella paused.

That voice sounded familiar!

"I'm Madison. We used to have afternoon tea, go shopping, watch movies. Remember?"

"Madison?"

her face,

stood behind the guard,

out. "It's really me, Isabella. For old times' sake, please help

"And Madison's been blacklisted for

even gossiping about

woman who keeps saying Penelope

"Yes!"

then suddenly said, "Bring her inside!" The

as I say," Isabella decided quickly. "Get her

so kind. Even if I have to be your servant forever, it's worth

waved her hand, signaling the servant to

washing her hands under

time, she reminded the guard. "What just happened, pretend it didn't. If anyone asks, don't mention it. You didn't see any crazy woman, and you

"Yes, Ms. Mitchell."

experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Isabella realized this

could be useful. If she was just a

the entrance was quiet again, and the cleaner

black car drove by

earpiece. "No sign of

the surveillance

we didn't

She might be hiding in a trash can or bushes. Mr. Davis wants her caught and her plastic surgery fixed!

"Got it."

circled around and around,

the bodyguard reported

"You let her escape

ago, the bodyguards were ordered to take Madison

table, ready for facial implants, but she bit a nurse, grabbed a nearby anesthetic needle, and stabbed wildly at her

whereabouts unknown, and spreading rumors that Penelope had come back from the

Davis, we will keep

don't find her by sunset tomorrow, come

us for the complete experience

face resembling Penelope's, wander around LA. Who knew when someone might use