"Simply unreasonable!" Kiera scoffed.
Though the older woman had a soft heart, she wasn't blind. She knew exactly right
from wrong.
"Silas, I don't want to look at her anymore," Kiera muttered, turning her head away, completely done with Isabella.
Silas Vinton raised a hand. "Get her out of here. Don't let her ruin the atmosphere of the gala."
The Vinton family guards stepped forward, stripping away any remaining politeness. They grabbed Isabella by the arms and dragged her toward the exit.
"No! I'm not leaving!"
"I'm a member of the Lancaster family! You can't do this to me! Let me go! Get your hands off me!"
Isabella thrashed wildly, her tears ruining her makeup.
If they threw her out now, she would be deported back to Elyndor. She would have to face the overwhelming disappointment of the Lancaster family. She would face total expulsion!
No! She couldn't let it end like this!
Agnes's grand plan hadn't even started yet! The Penance Play she had orchestrated was still waiting in the wings!
Isabella went completely out of her mind, kicking, screaming, and even trying to bite a guard's wrist.
She wailed toward Serena. "Serena! I know I was wrong! I'm Isabella, we grew up together! Can you really stand by and watch them throw me to the wolves?"
"If Mom and Dad find out, they'll be heartbroken that we're fighting! Save me, Serena, please! I swear I'll behave, I'm begging you..."
Her psychotic behavior stripped away any remaining illusion of high society elegance.
The guests shook their heads, their faces twisted in disgust. How did the Vinton family end up with such a lunatic?
Just as Isabella was about to be tossed out the doors, a deafening roar erupted from above.
"Rumble!"
The massive noise descended from the sky, shaking the entire estate. The crystal chandeliers swung violently, casting chaotic shadows. The deafening chop of helicopter blades drowned out the music.
Piercing alarms instantly blared across the grounds.
"What's going on?"
"What's happening? Why... why are there helicopters?"
"Multiple helicopters! What are they doing here?"
The crowd erupted in panicked gasps.
Before anyone could process the chaos-
Crash!
The massive glass windows surrounding the ballroom were
violently shattered from the oul
Shards of glass rained downlike
lethal confetti.
Thick tactical ropes dropped from the sky, and heavily armed figures repelled down, crashing into the venue.
They were clad in all-black tactical gear and tactical masks, their eyes sweeping the room with a predatory intensity.
Every single one of them was armed with heavy assault rifles.
The dark muzzles of their weapons swept across the terrified crowd.
The Vinton family guards rushed forward, only to be brutally kicked aside.
Mercenaries!
Over thirty armed mercenaries had just breached the party!
Bang! Bang!
Two warning shots echoed toward the ceiling.
"Ah!"
The elegant, high-society elite let out terrified shrieks, scattering like
frightened animals to find cover. The
ballroom descended into pure
anarchy content
"Nobody move!"
Captain Kane let out a guttural firing another burst into the ceiling. The deafening gunfire command
immediate obedience.
The entire estate plunged into a deathly, suffocating silence. Nobody dared to breathe.