“When was this taken?”


    “Who sent it to her?”


    “What is the purpose of this person sending these?”


    After Isabe calmed down a bit, she gradually felt that something was not right.


    William was already dead, and his men were also dead, so why would something like this appear now?Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Thinking about this, Isabe immediately went online with her phone and discovered, as the other person had said, that her and William’s photos had indeed appeared in the news.


    Although Emanuele had whitewashed his own identity, he owned arge group, was the richest man in Chicago, and was also the focus of attention.


    And as Emanuele’s wife, naturally, she would also be noticed by people.


    Even though she had been discreet enough.


    At this moment, as Isabe looked at those news reports, she felt like prey being targeted by a hunter.


    She didn’t know who the hunter was, but the other party knew her.


    Soon, Isabe’s phone rang, and Emanuele’s voice came through, “Isabe, don’t watch the news, go watch your favorite variety show, I will handle things.”


    “Who could have done this? William is already dead.”


    “I don’t know, it’s still uncertain, I still have many enemies, and it’s also possible that someone is using this to attack me, it’s not someone from William’s side.”


    Emanuele frowned, but he wasn’t too worried. William was already dead, the most stubborn enemy was gone, so Emanuele thought there was no need to be too anxious, but this time, the enemy seemed to be targeting Isabe.


    So, before that, he felt Isabe needed to stay inside the apartment and not go anywhere.


    “For your safety, Isabe, I think you should stay in the apartment for the time being, until I catch the person, and everything is safe, then you can go out.”


    It’s like this again, always like this.


    Isabe didn’t know what to say. She felt like she was locked in an invisible cage.


    William was already dead, but his spirit seemed to still oppress them. At least for now, she could still feel William’s oppression towards her.


    How could this be? Isabe had thought she could slowly return to a normal life, but now it seemed that wanting to be a normal person was actually a luxury for her.


    Now, it seems that after bing Emanuele’s wife, she must ept the price of losing her freedom.


    Isabe didn’t speak. Emanuele on the other end of the phone was a bit worried.


    “Isabe, are you okay?”


    After a while, Isabe came to her senses and nodded, “I’m fine, I’m okay.”


    “Wait for a moment, I’lle back to see you,” Emanuele said, then hung up the phone.


    Isabe looked down at those photos. She looked so disheveled in the photos, with most of her clothes taken off. Although the picture quality was not clear, it was still possible to recognize her.


    Her photos had also appeared in the news, albeit more blurry, only showing her face. But even so, anyone who had seen it could guess what was happening.


    Isabe felt she had experienced so much that her mindset had be stronger. Although she knew it would make her very ashamed, she had begun to face it calmly.


    Evelyn also called.


    “Isabe, are you okay? I saw the news and I’m very worried about you.”


    Althoughst time because of James, Evelyn had someints about Isabe, but it was just sweetints. She was still very grateful for what Isabe had done. If Isabe hadn’t done that, her rtionship with James would definitely not be as good as it is now.


    After James protected her, he would stay away from her world.


    Fortunately, because of Isabe, their rtionship had rapidly progressed.


    But unexpectedly, today she actually saw Isabe’s news. She also knew about Isabe being kidnapped by William, but she hadn’t expected that she had gone through so much during the kidnapping.


    Looking at these photos, Evelyn felt very distressed and wished she could immediately run to the top apartment to find Isabe.


    But James told her not toe over, Emanuele would go back tofort Isabe.


    “I’m fine, Evelyn, I don’t know who the enemy is, William is already dead, who else would do such a thing?”


    “I don’t know,” Evelyn felt useless, not being able to help Isabe with this small matter.


    Even though she was her best friend, she couldn’tfort Isabe when she was upset, nor could she figure out who had hurt Isabe.


    “Evelyn, you don’t know, I don’t know either, but it’s okay. Whoever it is, their goal is to make me see these photos and be greatly affected, to crush me psychologically. If I really copse, thentheir goal is aplished, right?”


    “Yes, Isabe, I think so too,” Evelyn felt that what Isabe said was particrly reasonable.


    “So, I can’t be easily crushed like this. If I fall, then they will surely be triumphant.”


    Isabe knew she had to be strong. In this crisis, she didn’t want to cause trouble for Emanuele, and she also wanted the enemy to know that she was not a weakness for Emanuele. She was also a strong and brave woman.


    Soon, Emanuele returned. As soon as he arrived at the apartment, Emanuele hugged Isabe, “Isabe, are you okay?”


    On the way there, he had been very worried about Isabe, afraid that she would be sad and upset.


    Isabe had just managed to ovee the pain of losing her child, and now he was very worried that she would fall into new pain.


    Fortunately, Isabe now seemed calm. She evenforted Emanuele, “Emanuele, it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine.”


    The most painful thing in the world, she had already experienced, so now, Isabe felt that this was nothing.


    Emanuele looked at Isabe, seeing that she indeed seemed normal, rxed, without any sadness or panic, he kissed Isabe on the forehead.


    “Isabe, are you really not upset?”


    “I’m fine,” Isabe said, handing him the photos she had received, “They don’t even know where these photos came from, and yet they still sent them to me.”


    Emanuele opened them and saw Isabe’s pained expression. His heart felt as if it had been seized, the pain spreading throughout his whole body.


    Seeing these photos of Isabe was more painful for him than being tortured.


    He was someone who could endure a lot of pain; for him, any amount of pain was nothing.


    But seeing Isabe in pain made him feel pain and suffocation too.


    “Damn it, they actually sent you these photos,” Emanuele barely restrained his anger, but his tone was still impatient and irritable.


    He wished he could kill the person who sent these photos.


    “Emanuele, don’t be angry, we need to stay calm, don’t let our emotions affect us,” Isabeforted Emanuele.


    It felt strange to her; she was the one involved, yet she was the oneforting others.


    However, she found that she was indeed very calm. Besides a little panic at the beginning, now all she wanted to know was who was behind this.