Chapter 148

Isadora stared in shock as Pearl plummeted straight down from the second-floor window. She hadn't even processed what was happening.

A furious shout echoed through the villa: "Pearl!"

In a flash, Prescott sprinted across the room like a man possessed.

He lunged, stretching his arm out desperately to catch Pearl as she fell but his fingers closed around nothing but thin air.

Prescott's face twisted with rage, his eyes wild and murderous as he glared at Isadora. If looks could kill, she would have been torn apart on the spot.

Seething, he roared, "Isadora, I saw everything! You pushed Pearl out the window! You tried to kill her, you wicked woman!"

A loud, resounding slap cut through the chaos.

Prescott, fueled by brute strength, stepped forward and struck Isadora hard across the face.

The blow sent Isadora stumbling, her body crashing heavily to the floor.

A fiery pain exploded across her cheek, spreading in an instant.

had timed everything perfectly, setting her up the moment she knew Prescott would arrive. This whole scene was a

glared up at him, her eyes

her insult, Prescott's fury

to Pearl, I'll

Isadora by the wrist and yanking her down the stairs

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by the pool, a crowd of trust fund kids and socialites were laughing, dancing, and chatting away without a care in

a deafening crash shattered

of the noise-Pearl, sprawled

her legs twisted at unnatural angles and bleeding. Her cries of agony tore through

pushed through the startled

saw Pearl-bruised, bloodied, her legs a mess-Eleanor dropped to her knees, voice trembling

did

the crowd, showing no

cold and steady. "She's the one. Isadora pushed Pearl

Eleanor, sobbing into

Richard...it hurts so much...am I going

and sweat with pain, snapped. Her grief turned to

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