Chapter 255

Isabelle Ryan was dragged into a grimy concrete room by two bulky men and tossed to the floor like a broken doll. They then stepped back, watching from the shadows. She landed hard, pain shooting up from her hip, making her wince. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like jelly—completely useless. All she could do was lean weakly against the wall, fuming inside. She couldn't believe she'd been played—and by someone she once trusted. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped, eyes burning with fury as she glared up at Natalie Young, who stood over her like a queen surveying a pawn. Her sharp gaze cut past Natalie, settling on the two towering figures behind her. Her jaw clenched as she hissed through grit teeth, "Who told you two knuckleheads you could lay a finger on me?" But her voice was so faint it barely counted as a whisper. Natalie didn’t flinch. In fact, the smug look on her face only grew more arrogant. And then, out of nowhere, an ear-piercing laugh ripped from her throat. “