They all believed the Vinton family was behind this.
The family was undoubtedly using these methods to send a clear message: their young miss was strictly off-limits, and absolutely no one was allowed to pry into her life or disturb her.
This impenetrable wall of protection only added to the mystique surrounding Serena's identity.
Meanwhile.
Tens of thousands of feet in the air, a private jet pierced through the clouds, heading toward Vaelion City in Elyndor.
The air pressure inside the cabin was suffocatingly low.
Isabella huddled in a corner. Though she wasn't tied up, four burly bodyguards
dressed in black sat nearby, their eyes devoid of warmth.
These were the escorts Silas had specifically assigned.
They monitored her every move.
Even when she went to the restroom, a female bodyguard followed her inside to keep watch.
She was essentially being treated like a prisoner.
Staring out at the pitch-black sky, Isabella trembled uncontrollably.
It was over...
She was truly ruined.
What was she going to do?
What options did she even have left?
The hours-long flight felt like a one-way trip to hell.
The plane touched down in Vaelion City.
Isabella was escorted off by the bodyguards.
Normally, whenever she returned from abroad.
Upon landing, the Lancaster family would arrange a fleet of luxury cars to welcome her.
If Catherine had time, she would even come to pick her up personally.
But now, there was only a single black commercial van. It sped down the highway, hauling her toward the Lancaster estate as if she were a maximum-security inmate.
She had no chance to call Agnes or beg for help.
The vehicle soon pulled through the gates of the Lancaster estate.
The doors slid open.
Two bodyguards hauled her out.
She was still wearing that champagne-colored gown, but the hem was caked in dirt.
Her makeup was a smeared mess, and she looked utterly wretched.
"Let go of me, I can walk myself!" she thrashed, trying to cling to her last shred of dignity.
But the bodyguards completely ignored her.
They dragged her through the estate and straight into the main hall.
Along the way, the familiar servants of the Lancaster estate stared in absolute shock.
The blatant stares left Isabella burning with humiliation.
Her eyes turned red.
Her captors had no patience for theatrics.
No matter how much she cried or tried to act soft.
They remained expressionless and dumped her onto the floor of the main hall.
Inside the hall.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly heavy.
"The target has been delivered."
The bodyguard dropped her and
spoke with a chilling tone. "Mr.
Vinton said he's handing her ol
you. The rest is a Lancaster family
matter for you to handle." Comment
With that, the bodyguards left.
As the heavy doors slammed shut with a loud thud.
Isabella jumped, shivering as she slowly raised her head.
The Lancaster family had clearly received the news in advance, as they were all gathered here.
Old Mr. Lancaster sat in his wheelchair, a blanket draped over his legs, his face dark as a storm.
Edward Lancaster sat on the sofa, his face livid, staring at her with pure disgust.
Catherine Vinton's eyes were
swollen red, looking as if her sout
had been drained. She leaned
against her husband, having clearly cried her heart out.
Julian Lancaster stood coldly to the side, his eyes behind his glasses completely devoid of warmth.
On the opposite sofa sat two
strangers in crisp suits, briefcases at their sides and a thick stack of
documents on the table they looked strictly professional
This setup felt like a ruthless interrogation, and it made Isabella's heart seize
violently.
Just then.
A young maid walked past Isabella while serving tea. She dropped her voice to a
whisper. "Agnes has been arrested. Be careful..."
The maid delivered the rapid warning.
And quickly retreated.