Chapter 311 - Three Hundred And Eleven: What Do You Say, Little One? (1/2)

Reina's point of view :

This was not going to end well, I chanted in my head for the umpteenth time already.

”Remind me what we're doing here exactly,” I couldn't exactly remember what she said the last time.

”Shhh,” Isabella pressed her finger against my lips to my surprise.

”Lower your voice for the hundredth time already, Reina,” She groaned.

”I can't calm down since my heart is leaping against my chest because I just found my daughter in some random rich dude's house and would have come up with the most ridiculous thought if I hadn't seen her crouching down in the garden and peering out to God knows what, ” I gushed out, feeling relieved afterward. Phew, anxiety is bad.

However, I should have said nothing because Isabella didn't respond at all, instead, she announced,” He's out, ”

”Who's out?” I asked, stretching my head to take a look when she pulled me back down.

”Julie,”

I blinked twice, taken aback. Why does it feel like I'm missing out on a piece of juicy news here?

”Who's Julie?” I couldn't hold back the curiosity anymore. Though Isabella was mischievous, she always plays a prank for a reason and since this pretty face is about to encounter his wrath, I can only guess one thing: he did something bad against her - rest in peace, boy.

”Shh, no more questions. It's time to observe,” she hushed me once again.

”Observe? Observe what?”

”Damn it, you ask too many questions!” She complained, without taking her eyes off her target.

I shifted my attention to her target and discovered it was just a teenage boy, probably around her age or a year older. I continued watching as the boy entered what seemed to be his car - Geez, rich kids these days - and the next I heard was a loud explosion after the car moved just a few distances. There was no need to guess, my daughter caused his tires to blowout.

The car drove awry and began to pull strongly to one side as he couldn't steer. But the boy looked calm and focused as he pressed onto the accelerator to keep forward momentum and thanks to his spacious courtyard, it wasn't a hard feat to achieve. The car finally became steady and he came to a stop as the guards rushed to his aid.

”Young Master!” echoed from their mouths with pale expression while I stared at Isabella with a shocked look.

”Are you crazy?!” I whisper-yelled, feeling the urge to reach out and spank this girl hard on the butt,” You nearly killed him,”

”Oh, he wouldn't have died. I went through his profile, he loves car racing hence this is little compared to the mobile incidents he's had over the years,” Isabella said nonchalantly as if we weren't dealing with a life and death issue here. I take back my words, this girl is a devil. Niklaus was right, she can't be tamed at all.

”We should get going before we get discovered. My job here is done anyway. This should teach him a lesson not to mess with Anabelle ever in his lifetime,” she said, dusting the earth off her hand.

”Mess with Anabelle? What are you talking about?” I was right, there was something was up.

”Played Anabelle like a yoyo when he obviously had a girlfriend - she was the dumb one to believe him anyway,” she explained, more like, grumbled.

Oh, so that was the problem.

”But still yet, that doesn't give you - uh oh...” We came face to face with a guard who pointed his gun at us without hesitation. I knew Isabella would definitely lead me into trouble.

The next thing we knew, we were being led through the house with guns pointed at our backs while we had our hands behind our heads.

”This is all your fault,” Isabella began to distribute the blame, ” I would have slipped back unnoticed but you became a dead weight,”

”So amusing, I remember you were caught the moment you tried leaving,” I pointed out smugly, she glared at me.

And so we began to quarrel back and front, uncaring that we were like sheep to the slaughter. We didn't know what was ahead of us and for sure, wouldn't look good.

When they stopped at a wooden engraved door, I was expecting them to throw us into some ancient dungeon as a sacrifice for a fire-breathing dragon however the reverse was the case.