Chapter 949
The whispers sent Isabella’s heart into overdrive. Every muscle in her body went rigid, paralyzed by an agonizing dread.
She was absolutely terrified.
Every word these people spoke was going to become a nightmare for her once she was back in that apartment.
But her greatest fear was p>
That a psychopath like Sebastian wouldn’t care about making a scene, and would just publicly announce that she was nothing but a kept woman living on his dime. She was terrified he would expose that she had already been stripped of her Lancaster title.
She had no idea why he had come to the school.
But regardless of her fear, regardless of the dread eating her alive.
She had to maintain her flawless smile. She couldn’t let anyone see the cracks. “Sebastian, you’re here. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming p>
Sebastian smiled warmly, handing her the massive bouquet of roses before wrapping an arm around her waist.
One hand lightly brushed against her ear.
Behind his lenses, his eyes were dark and predatory, wrapping around Isabella like a venomous snake.
His smile remained as gentle as a summer breeze.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against her ear, and chuckled darkly. “I came to pick up my little dog p>
His voice was impossibly soft.
Only the two of them could hear it.
But it made Isabella’s body lock up, her smile nearly shattering into pieces.
“Good girl,” Sebastian purred, stroking her cheek like she was a literal pet.
But his gaze drifted right past her, sweeping over the crowd pouring out of the gates.
He was looking for someone.
Looking for a prey that would keep him entertained for a very long time.
Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a target.
They lit up with a feverish intensity.
It wasn’t admiration.
It was the sadistic thrill of a hunter spotting its game.
It was a sticky, greedy look-a gaze that wanted to rip someone apart and consume
them whole, completely unconcealed p>
A girl in a simple white T-shirt and black pants, her hair tied in a high ponytail, walked out of the gates with a canvas bag slung overher shoulder.
Even in the crushing sea of students.
Her breathtaking, cold features stood out instantly.
Her lazy, untouchable aura was entirely unique.
She practically glowed in the crowd.
Even though he had never formally met her.
Sebastian recognized her the very first second he saw her.
His pupils constricted, his tongue pressing hard against the roof of his mouth as a sickening excitement erupted in his eyes. “Is that the real heiress the Lancasters brought back? The one who kicked you the curb your sister, Serena Lancaster p>
Isabella’s chest tightened, and she whipped her head around.
Sure enough, Serena was wet
down the steps, staring at
her
phone completely oblivious to themi.net.
Isabella glanced back at Sebastian.
She knew that look all too well.
It was the absolute, ravenous greed of a hunter zeroing in on his ultimate prize.
So, Sebastian had come all the way to Marington College just for Serena?
Even though she felt nothing but pure terror toward him, with zero lingering affection.
Seeing his twisted obsession with Serena, and realizing he had made this trip just for her p>
It made Isabella so jealous she felt like she was going to lose her mind!
Why did every single man… only ever have eyes for Serena?
Why was even a total psychopath like Sebastian interested in her p>
That bitch had stolen Nicholas from her.
And now, was she trying to steal her only remaining lifeline?
Isabella ground her teeth, but when faced with Sebastian’s question, she didn’t dare
lie.
Biting her lip, she nodded obediently. “Yes… Sebastian. That’s her. That’s Serena.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes.
Taking in the girl’s stunning figure and her completely defiant aura p>
That raw, unbroken pride that made a man want to violently crush it into dust.
It felt exactly like the woman in the white angel mask who had ruined his night at the auction p>