Chapter 153


    "You''ll get a chance to volunteerter," Heckter said, smirking, as he leaned forward to refill his cup


    with booze. Hemanded his men, "Take her to the room." Izabe remained silent, her eyes


    lowered to conceal her emotions, her hand instinctively searching for the pocket in her coat.


    As she was lifted from the ground, she lost all sense of direction and couldn''t even attempt to call


    for assistance. This was Heckter''s domain, and his henchmen were omnipresent.


    If she called for help, not only would she fail, but she would also anger Heckter.


    Thrown onto the bed, Izabe had her bag searched, and her entire body ached horribly. She


    opened her mouth and threw up, her stomach filled with either alcohol or blood.


    It hurt so bad. The pain wasn''t just physical; it was a deeper emotional wound. Physical pain could


    heal, but the heartache, just thinking about it, made her feel awful. There was no cure for that.


    "There''s no reason to be sad," Izabeforted herself. After all, she''s been betrayed before.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    She could finally sever ties with Lucas now. With him off her back, she wouldn''t have to be


    controlled by Brett anymore.


    If she could make it out alive tonight, she swore she''d divorce Brett.


    Izabe took a small fruit knife from her pocket and clenched it in her palm.


    This tiny knife could be a life saver or a deadly weapon at a critical moment.


    Afraid of losing consciousness, Izabe bit down on the bedding and stabbed herself in the thigh.


    The sharp pain brought her rity.


    With clenched teeth, her eyes burning with fury, and perspiration trickling down her forehead, she


    attempted to rise from the bed. However, she had overestimated her own strength. Before her feet


    even reached the floor, she lost control and tumbled to the ground. Thankfully, the presence of a


    carpet cushioned her fall. It became evident to her that her physical capabilities were inadequate,


    and she reluctantly epted that walking away was no longer an option.


    Izabe crawled to the water cooler and pressed the button for cold water, gulping it down. She also


    forced herself to throw up in the process, harming her stomach. But with no other choice, she


    needed to dilute the drug''s effect.


    After a few sips of cold water, her mind cleared up a bit, but her stomach hurt even more.


    As noise came from the doorway, Izabe tensed up and looked over.


    The door handle sprung open, and Heckter entered. Seeing her sitting by the water cooler with a


    puddle on the ground, he quickly understood what she was doing.


    "You''re barely able to move. You should have waited for me to assist you with the drink," he


    remarked, his face disying concern while his eyes remained cold.


    "There''s no need to trouble yourself," Izabe responded, her speech clearer than before. Leaning


    against the water cooler, she locked eyes with Heckter for a moment before bursting into silent


    laughter. "Heckter, I strongly advise againstying a hand on me. You might not be familiar enough


    with Brett. Despite his indifference towards me, he''s remarkably possessive. Even if he''s finished


    with something, he won''t allow others to have it."


    "You''re a businessman too. I don''t believe you''re not aware of the pros and cons. To offend Brett


    just for one night, it''s not worth it."


    Heckter hadn''t interacted with Brett and only knew a little about him. He only believed 20% of what


    Izabe said.


    However, his understanding of Izabe was much higher. Many people said she was smart.


    Today, he had witnessed her calm demeanor during a crisis, bargaining and trying to escape even


    when she was thrown onto a bed.


    "Whether it''s a loss or gain isn''t up to you, Izabe. I suggest you stop trying anything. Since you''re


    here, I won''t let you go."