Chapter 250 What Good Will My Death Do?

Isabella stood by the door, listening to the conversation, her hands unconsciously

clenched. She wanted to rush in and curse, but considering the consequences, she

realized that rushing in would only embarrass herself.

Dariel and Corey were simply mocking her. Even if she exposed them on the spot, they

would only think she was angry out of embarrassment and dismiss her with a few

teasing words.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and quietly tiptoed downstairs again. As

she turned the corner, she bumped into Natasha.

“What’s wrong?” she inquired.

Isabella didn’t change her expression, pulled her friend back into the room, and shared

what she had overheard.

Chapter 250 What Good Will My Death Do?

“Oh my goodness! Those idiots were playing with their lives!”

Isabella poured a glass of water, took a big gulp, and leaned against the edge of the

table to compose herself. Natasha sat next to her and said, “Seth probably doesn’t

know about this.”

In all honesty, Isabella didn’t care whether Seth knew or not. What bothered her now

was what he would think. She had been giving him the cold shoulder for several days,

but out of nowhere, she felt the urge to rush out and give him CPR.

events, it felt like a game of cat and mouse.

get the chance, don’t let Dariel off

teeth as if Dariel was

to tell me that. I want to strangle

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was a knock at the door.

Then came Freya peeking in. “There’s a

don’t you take a shower and

mood for fun and

up. It doesn’t

upstairs to eat.”

shocked.

water. The doctor said it’s

Natasha’s voice floated out from

his own life.”

to Freya, “We’ll head up after we

What Good Will

sensed her mood was off and hummed without sticking around.

cursed under her

and patted her shoulder. “No need to get angry with

up

need to

up first and wait for you.”

stood in the room, her mind in turmoil as she prepared her bath items.

entered the bathroom, luckily only landing on her

the room. It

upstairs, constantly looking around, afraid

floor was the banquet area, spacious and decorated in a European

What Good Will My

everywhere. It was only 4 p.m., but

the nightlife. Isabella wanted to find Natasha,

anywhere.

voice of a young

felt a chill down her spine, turned

eyes.

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