Chapter 680 - Six Hundred And Eighty: Evidence (2/2)

It was mostly pictures of Pedro sharing drinks with the investors; clicking glasses and conversing with them. Isabella who was interested now hooked on the storyline was furious when she discovered there were no more pictures.

She glanced up at Jean, ”What is the meaning of this?” her tone was grim.

”You don't have to do this,” Jean pleaded with her.

”Give me what's left, Jean,” she demanded sternly.

”Are you sure of this?” He wanted to give her the choice here.

”As sure as the day I was born,” Isabella said with an intensity in her eyes. Her head was clearer than ever and she was finally seeing things the way they are.

”Give it to me now,” She stretched out her hand expectantly.

With a sigh, Jean pulled out his phone and handed it to her. Isabella didn't hesitate a moment to snatch it from him and played it the video.

It was taken from the camera of the hotel and it showed Pedro stumbling down the passageway with Natasha trying to support him. It was obvious that he was dead drunk and Natasha was the only thing keeping him from messing around. However, the way Natasha held him made Isabella's hands clench tightly, how dare she lay a hand on him. Pedro belonged to him.

The next thing Isabella saw was the both of them walking into a room that she figured out to be Pedro's. At once, Isabella's breath hitched as the door closed behind them, a possibility of what was going on in there going through her head.

Isabella clutched the edge of the phone so tight that Jean gulped, he loved that phone. Isabella didn't see anything else after the door closed but the time frame told her all she needed to know because the next moment Natasha left the room, it was in the morning and she was in a hurry.

Isabella didn't even know she wasn't even breathing until the video came to an end. She couldn't explain it but there was this suffocating feeling in her chest as if there was no more oxygen she could take in.

”Isabella?” Jean asked out of concern. She almost looked like she would faint anytime soon, ”Are you okay?”

”I will be okay once you get me that bitch!” She growled at him, ”I don't care how you do it but get her to me!”

”Fine,” the man stood up to his feet, ready to leave. His heart went out to Isabella who intentionally was glancing out the window, her back turned to him.

Jean shook his head and walked over to the door, he grabbed the knob and was ready to leave when he heard a thud. That sound made him turn around to see what happened only to find Isabella on the floor.

His heart skipped a beat and he rushed over to her, ”Isabella!” He cried out, shaking the unconscious woman.