Chapter 817
Serena raised an eyebrow, shooting a side-eye at Isabella, who was still sprawled on the floor.
Isabella looked battered, but her eyes were glued to Kane.
As the mercenaries closed in, a flicker of absolute, unhinged ecstasy flashed in Isabella’s eyes.
Taking advantage of everyone’s focus on the armed men, Isabella began secretly crawling toward Holden and Kiera.
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, her eyes blazing with anticipation.
This was it! This was the masterpiece Agnes had written for her!
First, they used the excuse of “revenge” to make Serena public enemy number one, convincing the entire elite class that Serena was a magnet for psychotic killers.
Then, the mercenaries would shift their target to the elderly Vintons.
The moment they pulled the trigger, Isabella would throw herself into the line of fire and take the bullet!
Holden and Kiera only loved Serena because she had saved their lives, right? Well, Agnes had leveled the playing field!
When the smoke cleared, Isabella Lancaster would be their true savior!
All her past mistakes would be forgiven and forgotten! And Serena? Serena would be the curse who nearly got her own grandparents killed!
Isabella would rise from the ashes as the ultimate hero, while Serena would be despised by every single person in the room.
Flawless! It was an absolute masterpiece!
Isabella could already taste her beautiful victory. She was going to step on Serena’s throat and reclaim her throne in the Vinton family.
This time, Serena was doomed!
Almost there! Her moment of glory was seconds away!
Kane took another step. The tension in the room was suffocating.
Douglas quietly unholstered the weapon at his waist.
Nicholas’s killing intent was practically suffocating the air, ready to end Kane’s life in
a fraction of a second.
Just as Isabella carefully shifted into position, Kane’s eyes darted toward her, confirming she was ready.
Kane abruptly shifted his rifle, aiming it directly at Holden and Kiera.
Now!
Isabella launched herself from the floor, throwing on a mask of pure terror despair and heroic sacrifice. She threw herself forward with everything she had. fo
But the exact second Isabella
moved Serena stepped forward
lazily sliding perfectly in front net
grandparents.
She looked up.
Her luminous, cold eyes locked directly onto Kane.
Their eyes met.
Serena smirked. She casually raised her left hand, elegantly brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
It was a simple, effortless gesture.
But as she moved, the Sovereign Ring of the Ghost Alliance on her ring finger caught the light of the crystal chandeliers, flashing a deep, blood-red hue.
Kane froze in his tracks.
His finger, tight against the trigger, locked up completely.
The vicious bravado vanished from his eyes. He stared, wide-eyed, desperate to get
a better look at the ring.
As the realization hit him, his grip on the rifle began to shake.
A slight tremor turned into a violent shake that consumed his entire arm, then his whole body.
His breath hitched in his throat. He looked up at Serena.
Meeting the girl’s glacial, absolute gaze p>