Chapter 982 She's Not Dead
Alexander was deeply troubled by Victoria's name.
He had become much more haggard.
If Alexander couldn't find Victoria tonight, then someone had to suffer tomorrow.
He couldn't wait any longer.
He was convinced that this matter had something to do with Isabella.
"Alexander?"
Diana saw him lost in thought and couldn't help but gently call him.
Alexander snapped back to reality and looked at Diana, instructing, "Don't get involved in finding Victoria; it's too chaotic in there."
"But I want to help. The sooner we find Victoria, the less she'll suffer."
Diana said this with a bit of uncertainty.
She was afraid Alexander would be hurt by her words.
But the reality was so cruel; Victoria had been injured and kidnapped, and suffering was inevitable.
Who knew if Victoria had an intact body now?
Thinking about those girls being abused in movies made Diana shudder.
Why didn't those scumbags just die?
"Alexander, does this have something to do with Isabella?"
"Whether Isabella is involved or not, I'll know soon."
Alexander said.
In just two days, when Isabella returned to her cell, she was already covered in red spots.
Sleeping with animals like rats, her once delicate skin now seemed about to be covered in sores.
She was thrown back into her cell. If it had been before, she would have been angry at being hurt, but now she only felt lucky to be back in this room.
She crawled back to the cold bed, curled up into a ball, and shivered.
She thought that Alexander must have found out something.
Did Alexander think Victoria was dead?
Otherwise, why would he torture her like this?
But what did Victoria's death have to do with her?
It was better that Victoria was dead.
With Victoria dead, she would no longer be a bother.
Isabella laughed maniacally for a few seconds but quickly hugged herself tighter.
She felt like she was going to die too.
She couldn't help but sob.
Someone in the next room cursed at her to shut up.
"Get lost, all of you!" Isabella shouted.
"Get your warden... Dirk, you're here."
Dirk Hill entered and stood by the wall, sighing but saying nothing.
She crawled off the bed and knelt at Dirk's uniformed legs, looking up at him with tearful eyes full of pleading and post-torture sorrow, "Dirk, what's going on? Where have you been? Where's Victoria? Is she dead?"
Dirk maintained silence, just looked down at her, his expression a mix of seriousness and trouble.
"Is Victoria dead? Recently, look..."
Isabella rolled up her sleeves to show Dirk the red spots on her skin.
She felt like she had been in that dark room for centuries, her body crawling over disgusting things, vomiting until her stomach ached, with no place to go to the bathroom, and no food. She was always in there, dirty.
Thinking of this, she grabbed his uniform pants and trembled, pleading, "Let me take a shower, please, let me take a shower first, and then give me some clean clothes."
"What exactly does the person you introduced do?"
"What?"
"He sold Victoria."
"What?"
Isabella's mind buzzed, and she sat down on the ground.
Victoria wasn't dead?
How was that possible?
"Someone saw Victoria servicing clients at an underground place in the suburbs."
Isabella was even more shocked, then looked up at Dirk to discern the truth. When she felt Dirk was telling the truth, she sneered, "Servicing clients? So she's a prostitute now? Then she's doomed. Alexander won't want her anymore. Alexander is a germaphobe; he would never want a dirty woman, especially a prostitute."
Isabella suddenly laughed again, and it was a twisted laugh.
"So, do you know anything about all this?"
"How would I know? I just told him to torture Victoria to death, but not let her die, and when Alexander believed Victoria was dead, then kill her."
When Isabella said this, she was no longer just a bit twisted; she seemed like a completely dehumanized being tortured to the brink.
"Why did you do this?"
"Because Alexander would think of me. As long as I don't reveal this, he wouldn't dare kill me."
Isabella laughed as she spoke, her voice becoming strange.
Meanwhile, in Alexander's office, Alexander, Diana, Benjamin, and Edward were all listening to this conversation. The device had been placed in Isabella's cell when she was taken out.
As soon as there was any movement, they could hear it.
Isabella had gone mad, revealing her true thoughts.
Soon, Isabella's screams came through, "Dirk, save me, Dirk, don't go, I'm your woman!"
But Dirk left, and her cell door was locked again.
Soon, she saw two uniformed men walk to her door, handcuff Dirk, and take him away.
Isabella was truly panicked now.
How could Dirk be arrested?
What happened to him?
"Dirk, what's going on? Why are they handcuffing you?"
She rushed to the door, clinging to it, her face pressed against it, eyes looking out until she could see nothing, her breath almost gone.
She immediately understood but didn't want to.
"Dirk, what's going on? Are you acting? Don't you want to take care of me anymore? I'll be fine, I just feel so disgusted, it's all dirty in there..."
"Idiot, he got arrested, and you don't even know."
At that moment, a voice came from the next cell.
"Impossible, you're lying!" Isabella immediately retorted.
"Do you think you're still a noblewoman? A prisoner, you might die sooner than we."
Someone else said.
Isabella had a single cell, and everyone had issues with her. She had a bad temper, and if she hadn't found Dirk to protect her, she would have been beaten into submission long ago.
Now it was good; they could finally have their way.
"You're lying, you're the ones who will die. I'm from the Montgomery Group, I'm Dirk's first love, how dare you talk to me like this?"
Isabella couldn't shout anymore. She seemed to know she was doomed, sitting weakly on the ground, leaning against the door, staring blankly at a spot.
As long as Victoria wasn't dead, she wouldn't die.
Alexander would come for her.
Only by seeing Alexander could she tell him the truth.
But he didn't know, and even she didn't know where Victoria was.
Alexander was being played by her.
Isabella laughed again, but tears were already streaming down her face.
In the president's office of the Harrington Group building, Alexander said, "Let's go."
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