Chapter 99
At the Kingsley mansion, Alexander reclined in his chair, a glint of amusement dancing in his piercing gaze.
“Miss Sinclair, why don’t you silence your phone?”
Ethan was losing his mind.
He wanted me to call someone to handle him.
Isabella glanced at her buzzing phone, the screen flooded with notifications. A faint smirk curled at the corners of her lips.
“Unnecessary.”
Ethan should be praying for himself.
“I’ve already returned the favor.”
Even changing his number wouldn’t save him—he’d need a new phone entirely.
Alexander chuckled, intrigued by her unshakable confidence. He didn’t know what she had done, but the ruthless determination in her eyes only deepened his admiration.
Isabella’s sharp intellect, paired with her merciless streak, was undeniably alluring.
Sometimes, it felt like they were two sides of the same coin.
Nearby, Alexander’s private physician shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat.
“Mr. Kingsley, as expected, your checkup shows no major concerns. However, your neural headaches remain… complicated to treat. For now, I’ve prescribed sedatives, but we still haven’t identified the trigger. Once we do, I can provide a more targeted solution.”
Alexander’s expression darkened at the mention of the trigger. Without a word, he dismissed the doctor with a curt gesture. The man bowed slightly toward Isabella before gathering his belongings and slipping out.
When they were alone, Alexander turned to her.
“Do you have MDH’s contact information?”
“Yes.” Isabella swiftly sent him the address.
Alexander didn’t ask her to make the call—he intended to handle it himself.
She exhaled inwardly.
That was how a rational person behaved.
Unlike Ethan, who seemed incapable of acting with any semblance of logic.
Alexander tucked the address away, his gaze lingering on her.
“Thank you, Miss Sinclair. I didn’t expect you to have the medication so readily available.”
Isabella’s expression remained unreadable.
“A fortunate coincidence.”
Alexander didn’t press further.
One stroke of luck could be chance. But multiple? That suggested something far more deliberate.
He silently contemplated the layers of secrets she carried. If he could unravel them, perhaps he could repay the debt he owed her.
Seeing that Alexander was stable, Isabella rose.
“I have matters to attend to. Rest well, Mr. Kingsley.”
With that, she turned and left, the butler escorting her to her car.
As she slid behind the wheel and adjusted the mirrors, she set off toward Muisvedo to check her hacker server.
But halfway there, a familiar car was parked haphazardly by the roadside.
Ethan and Sophia stood in front of it.
“We need to talk!” Ethan shouted, stepping forward aggressively.
Isabella’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
These two were like parasites—impossible to shake off.
Ethan moved to block her path.
“Get out. This time, we’re having a real conversation.”
Isabella rolled down the window just enough for the evening breeze to catch her hair.
“Move.”
Smart people knew when to step aside.
Ethan clenched his jaw, stubbornly planting himself in front of her car.
“Get out. I’m not leaving until we talk.”
He was certain that, no matter how cold she acted, she wouldn’t actually run him over.
But the disdain in Isabella’s eyes was glacial.
“Mr. Blackwood, are you truly unafraid of death?”
Her lips curled into a mocking smile.
“Since you’re so eager… why don’t I help you?”
Then she slammed her foot on the accelerator.
The engine roared.
The car lunged forward—
