'they?' 'who are they? 'Bella thought she didn't understand Marco's words inside the earpiece. While still standing where she was, floryin suddenly pulled her wrists and carried her out of the secret room. Ignoring alexa's screaming and whining saying the word 'hot '. "Why are we going, what about alexa?" Bella asked still with the police. "Never mind, never mind. Soon his rescuer will arrive, now all we have to do is get ready and try to save ourselves." "One way or another, you must survive!" she blurted. The girl then led Bella out of the secret compartment and into the room where Lord vilante was in the control room. The man was monitoring the site from all directions by means of surveillance cameras installed in hidden areas, including borders. Mr. Vilante planted the surveillance cameras there to find out who was in the area. He also installed a voice wire not far from the camera itself, so that they could both see and hear the conversation. Seen several cars and doz
Bella nodded along with floryin, the girl moved with her flat face. Not a smile like any Bella, she's actually turned into someone else now. Seeing the Bella who is rapidly changing, floryin lun instantly developed her smile silently, convinced if Bella could protect herself if she could not survive this fight. It's just that floryin kept pressing himself so that he could get Bella to the tunnels at least, uh, Mr. Vilante and make sure the girl survived. Fifteen minutes later, Bella and floryin and the black lions had both run out of bullets. This caused the two girls to lift up one corner of her lips, a sharp, cunning look also radiating from her beady eyes. Crouching from behind enemy lines, the two girls began taking them down one by one by breaking their necks or slitting their throats to death. The noise created by the sharp arms battle on the opposite side caused the people's hearing to be a little less undiminished. As she was circulating her views, Bella realized that
A sudden pang of sadness flashed as the lake water hit Bella's arm, she even shut her eyes tight as the rush of sensation greeted her arm. Between the sharp pain, he was forced to stay strong so he could avoid the constant fire from up there. Even though they were miles away, they still used a firearm that could hit a target ata distance. When Bella opened her eyes after neutralizing a tingling sensation in her arm, her eyes lingered when she saw the red water surrounding her. 'floryin! 'Bella's mind with a wandering mind. He finally flung his head above the ground for floryin, and luckily the shots from the ground had stopped, so he freely looked up at the surface of the water. Unfortunately, Bella still didn't find anyone after she slapped her head on the surface, no sign of floryin anywhere. "There's no way he got shot and drowned at the bottom of the lake, right?" Bella thought.Without ignoring her pain, Bella dive back and locate floryin. Hoping he would find the girl wh
Returning from her work at a café in downtown Brooklyn, Bella rode her bike cheerfully throughout the way back to her apartment. Thoughts of her soft and comfortable bed danced in her mind. However, those delightful thoughts abruptly vanished when a luxurious black sedan emerged from an alley in front of her. Startled, Bella hurriedly applied the brakes, but unfortunately, she was too late, and her bike collided with the side of the sedan.Bella fell down and her own bike toppled over her. However, it wasn't pain that she felt but rather a surge of anger within her chest. She pushed her bike off her body and approached the man who had just emerged from the car."Hey! Are you blind?!" The man in a neatly tailored black suit pushed Bella's shoulder roughly."You're the one who's blind! It's clearly a bike lane," Bella refused to back down. She knew she was on the right path. However, the man was not willing to concede either. Bella found herself engaged in a heated argument with him."L
"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.Marco sat in his oversized chair, pulling the corner of his lips. He carefully looked at Bella's photos. She was a young girl who was natural but alluring. Completely different from the glamorous New York women who often approached him. When the girl suddenly appeared and crashed into his car, Marco couldn't help but notice her. Her simple appearance, sweet face, her straightforward way of speaking, and everything about Isabella caught his attention. If Marco was interested in something, he had to have it."Give her a number of gifts," he commanded his driver, who was also his henchman."Under the name of Mr. Vilant
Bella was in her cramped room, staring at the dresses, shoes, and bags that she had laid out on her bed. These three items were indeed real, right in front of her eyes. Until now, she could only see them in the media or behind the display cases of their outlets in downtown Brooklyn. She decided to admire all the expensive items up close before she could think of the motives behind the man named Marco Vilante giving them to her for free.She tried on the red dress. It fit her perfectly, embracing her slim body. Bella twirled in front of the mirror with a broad smile on her face. Expensive items were truly different. They felt so comfortable on her body. The fabric was soft, and Bella felt incredibly elegant. Then she tried on the high-heeled black shoes and the cream-colored handbag. Like a model, Bella walked towards and away from the mirror, strutting as if she was on a catwalk.After enjoying the expensive gifts, Bella put the items back into their respective packaging. She was not
"If it's necessary to threaten you, I will do it," Pablo responded to Bella's statement. The girl hissed in annoyance. She was waiting for him to show her the gun. However, this time Bella was prepared not to be surprised. "Listen, Mr. I-Forgot-Your-Name, I don't want to receive any more gifts from your boss. I also don't want to have anything to do with you guys. So, please don't bother me." Bella quickly closed the door. Her heart was pounding fast. She was afraid that he would break in. But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. Bella breathed a sigh of relief.Damn it. Why did Bella feel scared just because she didn't want to accept gifts? She really didn't want to get involved with Marco Vilante or any other dangerous people, if they were indeed what she suspected. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing on the bed. Bella quickly checked the flat object and saw Darrel's name on the screen. "Yes?" she answered. "What? Darrel is in the hospital? He was attacked?
Bella stretched her aching muscles after a long day of serving customers who came and went without stopping at the cafe where she works. The cafe was quite busy that day because it was the weekend. Her intention was to visit Darrel in the hospital afterwards and get some information from her friend about the attack he had experienced. After saying goodbye to her colleagues and manager, Bella left the cafe with a cheerful face. However, just a few meters away, a familiar black sedan stopped right next to her. She could already guess who the driver of the sedan was. Bella immediately put on an unfriendly expression when she saw Pablo approaching her."What do you want now?" she asked sarcastically."Mr. Vilante invites you for dinner. Please come with me," he said."Dinner? Go with you? Are you trying to trick me? You must have planned to kidnap me and sell me on the black market, right?" Bella ranted."Can you stop being so annoying and make my job easier?" Pablo opened the back door