Chapter 1127
No.1
[Gigi never pulled a stunt like this. How dare she?]
[Just jump already! Stop faking! Disgusting!]
[The audacity of the homewrecker to play victim. Unbelievable.]
[Vile. Absolutely vile.]
Arabella stood on the ledge, her face a mask of anguish and despair. Silent tears traced paths down her cheeks.
She slowly closed her eyes. Her arms spread wide, as if ready to embrace the air.
She began to lean forward.
A dark figure suddenly shot down from above.
A sharp kick connected with Arabella’s side.
No.2
The force sent her tumbling backward onto the balcony floor. A loud crash echoed.
The black figure continued its rapid descent, movements sleek and precise, like a shadow agent.
Reporters and live-stream viewers gasped in unison. Shrieks of shock filled the air.
Julian and Adrian strained against the rope. The sudden weight and velocity were immense.
The rope seared through their gloved hands, generating tiny, fiery sparks.
In a heartbeat, Isabella plummeted past the seventh floor.
Both men hauled back on the rope with all their strength, muscles screaming. The descent halted abruptly.
Isabella now dangled precariously in mid-air.
Assessing the situation instantly, Adrian and Julian exchanged a determined glance.
No.3
They began pulling the rope upward together, heaving with concerted effort.
A faint, ominous snap sounded.
Their eyes shot downward.
The rope was fraying dangerously just outside the balcony’s edge.
It was on the verge of breaking.
The rope, once thick as a thumb, had frayed to the width of a pinky finger.
It strained, ready to snap at any second.
Their eyes widened in horror.
All movement ceased instantly.
No.4
Julian shouted, "Isabella, look out!"
She heard the warning and glanced upward.
The situation became immediately clear.
Isabella knew she had to remain perfectly still.
Even the smallest shift could sever the weakening cord.
Her gaze swept across her surroundings, assessing options.
Across the building, reporters noticed the danger.
Their cameras zoomed in on the fraying rope against the balcony.
The live stream exploded with panicked comments.
No.5
(It's going to break! This is terrifying!)
(That's a thirty meter drop! She won't survive the fall!)
(Why risk your life for someone like her, Ms. Montgomery? It's not worth it!)
(Scarlet and her family should pay for this! Her suicide attempt is causing someone else's death!)
(Where are the rescue teams? Hurry! Save Ms. Montgomery!)
Unaware of the broadcast, Isabella calculated her position.
She dangled below the seventh-floor balcony.
The sixth floor stood just out of reach.
Five meters separated the floors.
No.6
Too high to reach the seventh, too low to step onto the sixth.
Suspended in air with no support to distribute her weight.
Another sharp 'crack' echoed.
The rope fibers splintered further.
Mere seconds remained before complete failure.
Death awaited if she fell.
Screams flooded the live chat.
(Ahhhh!)
(She's going to die!)
No.7
Isabella's brow furrowed slightly.
She withdrew a dagger from her pocket.
With a swift, precise motion, she slashed the straining rope.
The blade cut clean through.
Isabella plunged downward.
Gasps erupted from every witness.
Hearts hammered against ribs.
What had she done? Why cut the only thing holding her?
Before anyone processed the action, her hands gripped the sixth-floor balcony railing.