Chapter 1983
No.1
“Yes, Sir!” Takashi Yamamoto’s hundred bodyguards immediately charged toward the wooden pathway.
Concealed in the darkness beyond the estate were his archers, poised to unleash a deadly volley of arrows at Isabella Montgomery as she fled through the forest.
Swish, swish, swish!
Dozens of arrows sliced through the night air, their razor-sharp tips aimed directly at her shadowy figure.
Isabella’s brow furrowed. Had Takashi stationed snipers around his property?
Hah!
If she dared to come alone, she certainly had a plan to leave unscathed.
With agile precision, she weaved left and right, evading each projectile effortlessly.
She retrieved a compact, owl-claw grappling device and launched it skyward.
No.2
The metal claw embedded itself into a thick tree branch, allowing her to swing through the air gracefully.
In one fluid motion, she propelled herself more than ten meters forward, creating significant distance from her pursuers.
A quick press of a button retracted the device seamlessly back into her hand.
A faint smile touched her lips. Her uncles’ latest invention proved incredibly useful. The upgraded sensitivity far surpassed previous models.
She repeated the maneuver several times until she reached the mountain’s base.
The bodyguards now trailed over two hundred meters behind!
A sleek black car idled silently within the shadowy woods.
Inside, Benjamin Kensington kept vigilant watch over the path.
The moment he spotted Isabella, he flung the door open urgently. “Isabella, hurry! Get in!”
No.3
She leaped into the vehicle without hesitation.
Leaning out the window, she extended a triumphant thumbs-up before abruptly flipping it downward.
The pursuing bodyguards witnessed the taunting gesture as the car sped away.
Fury burned within them. Her skills were unnervingly superior, and she mocked them openly! Damn her!
The team leader immediately contacted Takashi. “Sir, she escaped in a black sedan.”
Upon hearing the news, Takashi’s face darkened with rage.
He hurled his phone against the ground violently. Damn it! How did that woman slip through his fingers?
She had humiliated him profoundly!
As long as she lived, he would never reclaim his title as the top player in Eternal Champions. He would remain a permanent laughingstock!
No.4
His butler approached cautiously, offering consolation. “Sir, please remain calm. Have you forgotten our earlier contingency? Her taking Benjamin away actually works in our favor. If he had died here, the complications would have been significant…”
Takashi’s eyes gleamed with sudden realization. Right, he had almost forgotten.
It was better that Isabella took him. Benjamin would still be utterly ruined regardless!
Meanwhile…
The car raced toward the private airfield where their jet awaited.
They boarded swiftly, and the cabin door sealed shut as the plane prepared for immediate departure.
Only when everyone was securely seated did a collective sigh of relief echo through the cabin.
“Boss Montgomery, you’ve shattered records again!” Maxwell Carter exclaimed admiringly. “The entire rescue took under three hours! And you successfully retrieved Benjamin!”
Isabella frowned. Three hours?
No.5
She quickly checked her phone. It was nearly six in the morning!
Oliver Blackwood typically woke between seven and eight. If he didn’t find her there, he would panic…
“Instruct the pilot to accelerate,” she ordered Maxwell urgently. “I’m on a tight schedule.”
“Understood.” Maxwell hurried toward the cockpit to relay the message.
Benjamin sat beside her, studying her intently, his emotions swirling chaotically within his gaze.
Who exactly was Isabella Montgomery? She commanded a private jet and a team of fiercely loyal operatives.
Most astonishingly, her combat skills were impeccably refined! She extracted him from a heavily guarded compound completely unharmed!
Remembering all the pain he had inflicted upon her since childhood, overwhelming guilt consumed him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a sudden, searing pain erupted from his abdomen.
No.6
Agh! The agony was blinding!
Benjamin Kensington writhed in agony, curling into a tight ball on the leather seat. His hands clamped over his abdomen as a guttural moan tore from his throat. “Argh!”
Isabella Montgomery’s brow furrowed instantly. “What’s happening?”
“It…hurts…so much!” he gasped before his body went limp. He collapsed onto the aircraft’s cold floor.
Thud.
He was out cold. Isabella dropped to her knees, her fingers urgently tapping his pale cheeks. No response. Within seconds, his complexion turned a ghastly, ashen grey. A cold dread shot through her. She pressed two fingers beneath his nose, seeking any sign of breath. Her hand recoiled sharply.
He wasn’t breathing.
Panic surged, but she forced it down. “The emergency kit! Now!” she barked, her voice cutting through the cabin’s hum.
Maxwell Carter was already moving. He retrieved the advanced medical kit, stocked with experimental drugs and cutting-edge resuscitation equipment.
No.7
Isabella’s fingers flew through the contents. She seized a single, unmarked white pill. Reborn. A prototype developed by her mentor, Silas Granger, and his top research team. It was designed for catastrophic organ failure, a last-chance gamble that had to be administered within thirty seconds of clinical death.
She pried his jaw open and placed the pill on his tongue. It would dissolve instantly.
Next, she grabbed the portable CPR device, pressing the electrode pad firmly to his chest. The machine whirred to life, delivering rhythmic, precise compressions.
“Divert to the nearest hospital in Westhaven!” Maxwell ordered the pilot.
“No!” Isabella’s command was absolute. “Continue to Westchester! Full speed!”
Westhaven was Takashi Yamamoto’s domain. Any hospital there would be compromised. Benjamin would be a sitting duck.
Maxwell nodded grimly, understanding the unspoken danger. He clipped small electronic nodes to Benjamin’s palms and the soles of his feet. They emitted a low-frequency current, designed to prevent neuromuscular lock-up and stimulate neural activity.
Sweat beaded on both their foreheads. The only sound was the mechanical thump of the CPR device and the low hum of the nodes.