Chapter 250


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    Isabe stood by the door, listening to the conversation, her hands unconsciously


    clenched. She wanted to rush in and curse, but considering the consequences, she


    realized that rushing in would only embarrass herself.


    Dariel and Corey were simply mocking her. Even if she exposed them on the spot, they


    would only think she was angry out of embarrassment and dismiss her with a few


    teasing words.


    She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and quietly tiptoed downstairs again. As


    she turned the corner, she bumped into Natasha.


    “What’s wrong?” she inquired.


    Isabe didn’t change her expression, pulled her friend back into the room, and shared


    what she had overheard.


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    “Oh my goodness! Those idiots were ying with their lives!”


    Isabe poured a ss of water, took a big gulp, and leaned against the edge of the


    table topose herself. Natasha sat next to her and said, “Seth probably doesn’t


    know about this.”


    In all honesty, Isabe didn’t care whether Seth knew or not. What bothered her now


    was what he would think. She had been giving him the cold shoulder for several days,


    but out of nowhere, she felt the urge to rush out and give him CPR.


    Considering all these events, it felt like a game of cat and mouse.


    “Natasha, if you ever get the chance, don’t let Dariel off the hook,” she said through


    gritted teeth as if Dariel was right in front of her.


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    Natasha sneered. “I don’t need you to tell me that. I want to strangle him!”


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    Just as she finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. Isabeposed


    herself and went to open the door. Then came Freya peeking in. “There’s a buffet


    upstairs and a masqueradeter. Be, why don’t you take a shower and join us?”


    Isabe was in no mood for fun and instinctively looked for an excuse to refuse.


    Freya replied, “I heard Mr. Shaffer woke up. It doesn’t seem too serious. He even went


    upstairs to eat.”


    Isabe was shocked. “That fast?”


    Freya nodded. “It seems he just choked on water. The doctor said it’s not a big deal.”


    Before Isabe could speak, Natasha’s voice floated out from inside. “He doesn’t value


    his own life.”


    Isabe frowned and then said to Freya, “We’ll head up after we shower. You go ahead.”


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    Freya sensed her mood was off and hummed without sticking around.


    Closing the room door, Isabe cursed under her breath. Natasha stretchedzily, came


    over, and patted her shoulder. “No need to get angry with those idiots. It’s nice that we’ll


    eat something up there.”


    Still, Isabe nodded sullenly. “I need to take a shower.”


    “Then, I’ll head up first and wait for you.” Natasha left the room.


    Isabe stood in the room, her mind in turmoil as she prepared her bath items. She


    tripped and fell when she entered the bathroom, luckily onlynding on her bucks.


    After all themotion, she finally left the room. It was already close to 4 p.m.


    walked upstairs, constantly looking around, afraid of running into Seth.


    The fifth floor was the banquet area, spacious and decorated in a European style, with


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    candles and crystalmps everywhere. It was only 4 p.m., but the atmosphere


    resembled the nightlife. Isabe wanted to find Natasha, but she couldn’t see her


    anywhere.


    “Be, are you looking for Seth?” The clear voice of a young man came from behind her.


    Isabe felt a chill down her spine, turned around, and unmistakably met Corey’s deep


    eyes.


    “No, I’m looking for my friend.”


    “Gordon?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly yful. “I just saw him looking


    unhappy ying ball on the third floor. Did you two fight?”


    She frowned, her words sounding impolite. “What’s it to you?”


    He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve offended you. Why are you so fierce, Be?”


    Calling Isabe Be was not a big deal, but his yful tone, repeatedly using her name,


    inevitably evoked a hint of flirtation.


    Isabe felt goosebumps on her arm. This young man’s face was aesthetically pleasing


    to her, but his personality sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t want to have much


    interaction with him.


    Without saying much, she attempted to walk past Corey, but he suddenly reached out


    and grasped her arm. It felt just as cold as when he held her on the boat.


    “Seth just drowned. Aren’t you going to check on him, Be?”


    At that moment, she was genuinely frightened. She pulled her arm back, unaware of


    the person who had entered behind her. “Whether Seth lives or dies, that’s your


    concern. Why do you have to involve me?” She had barely finished speaking when her


    back collided with someone’s chest.


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    The man’s raspy, cold voice came from above her head. “What would my death


    aplish for you?”


    Isabe was startled, and her body froze in ce. She didn’t even dare to turn around!


    As she looked up, she met Corey’s teasing gaze and screamed internally!


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