Chapter 627
No.1
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.
(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!)
No.2
(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.
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.
No.3
Mere seconds remained before complete failure.
Death awaited if she fell.
Screams flooded the live chat.
(Ahhhh!)
(She's going to die!)
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.
No.4
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.
She executed a perfect mid-air flip.
Landing gracefully on the balcony, steady and unharmed.
Her movements flowed with lethal elegance.
Dressed in black tactical gear, she embodied a elite operative.
No.5
The live stream erupted into chaos.
(Am I watching a movie? That was insane!)
(Ms. Montgomery's skills are unreal! So fierce! So brilliant!)
(I'm a fan for life! Forever!)
Isabella stood firm, not a scratch on her.
She peeled off her gloves, tossing them aside.
Her stride never broke as she moved indoors.
Julian and Adrian charged down the stairs, faces pale with fear.
They found her completely unscathed.
No.6
Relief washed over them.
Adrian clutched his chest. "Boss, you took ten years off my life. I need a vacation after this."
"Train more, sleep less. Build better stamina," she advised coolly, already heading back up.
"How's Arabella?" she asked without breaking stride.
"Not good," Julian answered grimly. "After you kicked her in, we found a gash on her arm. She sliced her wrist open. Blood is pouring out, but she's fighting anyone who tries to help."
A slit wrist.
Isabella Montgomery’s expression darkened as she stepped onto the ninth floor.
The lobby was already crowded with people blocking the balcony from Arabella Fontaine. Her manager and assistants were trying to calm her, but Arabella clutched a vase, weakly threatening, “Stay back! Don’t come any closer! I’ll do it… I swear I will!”
Blood dripped steadily from her wrist, forming a dark pool on the marble floor. Her team kept a helpless distance, but Isabella strode forward without hesitation.
No.7
Arabella stumbled backward, raising the vase. “I said don’t come near me!”
“Go ahead. Throw it at me,” Isabella challenged, her steps never faltering.
Arabella’s hands shook violently. “I’ll really do it—ah!”
Isabella moved like lightning, seizing her wrist and wrenching the vase away. In one fluid motion, she pinned Arabella onto the nearby sofa.
The assistants sprang into action, holding her down while the medical team rushed to stem the bleeding.
“Let me go! Why did you save me?” Arabella sobbed. “Why won’t you let me die?”
“So that scumbag can return to his perfect family while your name is dragged through the mud forever?” Isabella’s voice was icy as she stepped back, allowing the medics to work.
Arabella flinched. A bitter smile touched her lips. “What else is left for me? I deserve this… I deserve to die!” She closed her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Her manager, Penelope Sinclair, rushed to Isabella’s side. “Boss Montgomery, please help us. Arabella had no idea Harrison Winslow was married! She didn’t know about Genevieve Beaumont or their children! She was completely in the dark! She gave that man everything!”