Vaelion City, Rusty Quarters.
Isabella dragged her suitcase to a halt in front of a dilapidated apartment building— a place she found sickeningly familiar and had desperately hoped to never see
again.
It looked even worse than the last time she was here.
The stairwell was pitch black and reeked of mildew.
She took a deep breath and forced herself inside.
She didn't want to be here at all.
But she had nowhere else to go.
After enduring a miserable ride on that rusty boat back to Vaelion City, Isabella had rushed straight to the high-end apartment Sebastian Doyle had set up for her.
Only to find the passcode had been wiped. She couldn't even get through the front door.
Panicked and trembling, she had dialed Sebastian's number.
When the call connected.
She was met with Sebastian's deranged, animalistic roaring and the sound of things smashing in the background.
With his legs crippled and his tendons severed, he had been reduced to a broken man-and had completely lost his mind.
"Isabella! What? Still want to be my faithful dog?!"
"Hahaha, screw the apartment! Come over here, I'll show you a good time..."
His voice was terrifying, his words disjointed.
He was clearly out of his mind.
Even on a good day, Sebastian was a psycho.
Now...
He was completely unhinged.
"Isabella, come here! Get your ass over here right now!"
That furious, bloodcurdling scream terrified her so much that she dropped her phone on the ground.
She hastily picked it up and ended the call, absolutely terrified to go near him.
With her final safety net gone.
She had no choice but to drag her heavy suitcase into the lowest slums of Vaelion City.
Back to the miserable little shack Agnes Thorne had left for her.
When Isabella arrived, she crept around cautiously, observing the area for a long time.
Once she was sure the man who
claimed to be her biological father
the one who had almost sold
her to a casino-wasn't around, she finally exhaled.
She pushed the door open.
A thick stench of mold hit her in the face.
Roaches scurried across the floor.
Isabella hugged her knees and huddled on the creaky wooden bed.
Not long ago, she had been living a life of unimaginable wealth, envied by everyone
as the glorious Lancaster heiress.
But now...
She had crashed to the absolute bottom of society.
She had lost the elite life she had dreamed of all over again.
Shivering in the filthy room, Isabella was consumed by dread and despair.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fierce reluctance.
No! She couldn't just accept this!
She pinned all her hopes on the Final Gauntlet Phase results and the awards ceremony tomorrow.
As long as The Dreamscape Initiative took first place!
As long as Bianca Doyle won!
As Bianca's accomplice in stealing Serena's flash drive, Bianca would have to acknowledge her contribution for the sake of that honor.
Then she could get a piece of the pie and turn things around!
If she could just prove to the Lancaster family that she was more useful than
Serena, that she could bring them more glory...
She could return to the Lancaster family!
While Isabella sat shivering in the slums,
terrified of her father's return, Biansa, wasn't faring much better. .net>
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The moment Bianca stepped through the door.
Crash!
Arthur Doyle kicked her squarely in the chest, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"You idiot!"
He pointed a trembling finger at her, screaming. "Do you have any idea how many stupid things you did on that sland? How much of a mess you made?" FindNovel.net
"I told you to follow orders! Why the hell did you act on your own?!"
Bianca gasped in pain, clutching her stomach as the color drained from her face.