Chapter 1640
No.1
Hmph! She required a harsh lesson.
Outside, the parking lot revealed a vandalized motorcycle. Deep scratches marred its surface. Rotten eggs and fruit splattered across the seat. The handlebars bore unmistakable graffiti:
DIE, ISABELLA!
Her frown deepened. Who would do this?
The underground garage was monitored with cameras everywhere. Who would dare cause such destruction?
Isabella pulled out her phone to investigate, then noticed several other vehicles nearby were also vandalized.
Each car bore the same spray-painted message: [TRAITOR! GO BANKRUPT!]
Every tire had been slashed, rendering them undrivable. GoldenPhoenix had to call technicians for towing. Repair costs would easily reach six figures per vehicle. Was the culprit truly this reckless, targeting 'homewreckers' and the company itself?
This was clearly a premeditated attack.
No.2
Narrowing her eyes, Isabella called Adrian. "Is there another car in the company garage?"
"Huh? Why?" Adrian sounded confused.
"Bring me the keys if you have one," Isabella stated flatly. "I need it now."
Adrian arrived shortly after she hung up. His face flushed with rage at the sight of the destroyed cars, especially his beloved red Ferrari.
"Damn it! My precious Miss Red! What did they do to her?!"
Isabella watched him coldly. "Do you want payback?"
"Absolutely! I just acquired Miss Red recently! She's my baby! I'll make whoever did this pay!" he seethed.
Isabella extended her hand. "Lend me the car from the garage."
Adrian clutched the keys in his pocket protectively. "What for?"
No.3
"Didn't you just say you wanted revenge for Red? Should I walk to help you get it?" she deadpanned.
Adrian glanced at his damaged Ferrari uneasily. "But you'll be targeted again if you drive now. My Miss Red is already ruined... I don't want my Black to get hurt too..."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," Isabella assured confidently.
Reluctantly, Adrian handed over the keys. "Please take good care of my Black. Even if it means forgetting about revenge for Red..."
"Hah! Men are so fickle!" Isabella snatched the keys. "Now go prepare something for me. Place it on the company's second floor."
Adrian listened to her instructions, frowning in confusion. Why would she need those items?
Isabella opened the garage door and slid into the matte black supercar. She slammed the accelerator, making the car skid dramatically out of the garage. Instead of driving far, she parked at the left side of the building where no guards were stationed.
Watching from above, Adrian's heart pounded violently. "Damn it! What is she doing? She promised to protect my Black!"
Julian glanced sideways with a frown. "She's your cousin. Don't you know her by now?"
No.4
"How should I know her? The cousin I knew before was nothing like this! Now I have to call her Boss! I'd call her anything if she'd just protect my Black!"
When Adrian looked down again, Isabella had vanished! She left Black parked in that isolated spot and disappeared! That location would definitely attract the vandal!
This couldn't happen! He had to save Black!
He rushed downstairs frantically, but at the entrance, he found Isabella walking in casually. "Relax and watch," she said with laid-back assurance. "Everything is going according to plan."
“What’s the plan? Tell me now! I’m going insane! They despise GoldenPhoenix so much—leaving Black out there is basically handing it over to be destroyed!” Adrian’s voice trembled with panic.
Isabella’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I hope they do show up. Honestly, I’d be more concerned if they didn’t.”
She strode calmly toward the window. Adrian stared, completely baffled.
Hope they show up? If they did, his beloved car would be wrecked!
Down below, a group of about ten, all masked and gloved, emerged from the shadows. They scanned the area cautiously before creeping toward the sleek black supercar. Some carried heavy blades, others wielded power drills. A few held baskets filled with rotten eggs and spoiled fruit.
No.5
“That’s the car Isabella drives,” one hissed. “Let’s trash it. Teach her a lesson.”
“She deserves it. Who defends a homewrecker anyway? Bet she’s one herself.”
“Don’t hold back. Ruin it. Make her regret everything.”
They moved closer, tools ready.
Then—
From the second floor, Isabella released a pre-prepared net. It unfurled swiftly, dropping over the entire group and trapping them.
Without pause, she lifted a large basket and dumped its contents downward.
Just as the trapped figures struggled to rise, they saw it—a rain of thick, grotesque caterpillars.
Each was as plump as a baby’s arm. Some glowed red, others shone purple or sickly green. Many were covered in sharp spikes.
No.6
The creatures landed on their heads, slipped under collars, crawled up legs. A living nightmare.
“Aaaahhh!”
Screams tore through the air. The women in the group wept and thrashed, but the net held them tight.
Upstairs, Isabella brushed off her hands, a merciless smirk on her face. She turned and headed for the stairs.
Adrian followed, a grin spreading across his face. “Well played, Boss Montgomery. Absolutely brilliant!”
GoldenPhoenix staff watched, satisfied, as the vandals suffered beneath them. Red, itchy welts rose wherever the caterpillars crawled. The net ensured no escape.
Isabella stepped out the main entrance, hands on her hips. “How does it feel? Having your skin marked up like that?” Her tone was icy, mocking.
The trapped mob turned on her, shouting:
“Isabella Montgomery! You’re pure evil! Let us out!”
No.7
“We did this for justice! For Genevieve! You protect a homewrecker, then attack us?”
“Release us now, or we’ll turn the entire internet against you! Everyone will hate you!”
One man fumbled for his phone, activating a live stream. He aimed the camera at Isabella, yelling, “Look! Everyone, look! Isabella is assaulting us! She trapped us with these disgusting bugs!”
Victoria Kensington watched the chaos unfold with a vicious smile. She had recently discovered Isabella Montgomery was the one who informed Alexander Whitmore about her location at The Ivy that day. While Isabella hadn't intended direct harm, her interference had ruined everything. If not for Isabella calling Nathaniel Blackwood back home, Victoria would have succeeded with Nathaniel instead of ending up with Harrison Caldwell!
This injustice demanded retribution. Victoria would make Isabella pay dearly. She had orchestrated this entire vandalism operation, paying the perpetrators handsomely. She even prepared multiple contingency plans. One key strategy involved live-streaming if Isabella attempted to fight back.
The chosen streamer was a famous influencer known for exposing corruption and advocating for the oppressed. His massive follower base would amplify the scandal instantly. Once he went live, Isabella's reputation would be obliterated.
The live-stream viewer count skyrocketed to over ten thousand within minutes. Platform promotions pushed the numbers even higher.
The influencer pointed his camera at the writhing mass of caterpillars and then at Isabella. "We came to vandalize GoldenPhoenix for justice! To teach Isabella Montgomery a lesson! Yet she shows no remorse! She's actively torturing us with these poisonous insects!"
"Look at our skin! Covered in painful red welts! These creatures are crawling everywhere! And she just watches, refusing to help!"