Chapter 256 Simple Tricks, Could I Be Outmaneuvered?
"Do I have a say in the matter?" Isabella wiped the sweat off her cheek, gripping her palm to stay focused, "CEO Sawyer will have ways to make me comply."
"But why..." Isabella drew out her words, "Why would CEO Sawyer do this? Do you have a guilty conscience or are you embezzling company funds you're afraid will come to light?"
Thomas Sawyer rubbed his hands together incessantly. "Well, since Assistant Wallace seems to know so much, then we..."
Having obtained the information she needed, Isabella smiled with satisfaction, "We can proceed, but the restroom hardly seems an appropriate place. Shall we move to a room?"
Thomas Sawyer's eyes reddened with excitement as he clapped his hands, "Assistant Wallace, you're quite experienced."
He approached, intending to embrace Isabella.
Isabella smiled and pushed him away, slowly moving toward the door, "CEO Sawyer, assigning me to headquarters as an undercover agent is a matter of secrecy. It requires a low profile."
Thomas Sawyer thought about it and with a lewd smile, couldn't help but nod in agreement, "It's Assistant Wallace who's skillful and thinks ahead..."
Isabella's heart eased a bit as she spoke very slowly, buying time, "I'll head out first. Are you following me, CEO Sawyer?"
Her hand stealthily reached behind to unlock the door.
At this critical moment, Thomas Sawyer unexpectedly took a quick step forward, starting to unbuckle his belt, "Assistant Wallace, since we need to keep this low-key, let's handle it here to prevent... any sly moves on your part!"
Cursed be her transparency; she knew she had exhibited her agenda too openly!
Isabella's pupils shrank, and although her face was hot, her complexion turned pale.
She clenched hard on her teeth, stripped away her smile, and spun around to unlock the door as fast as she could.
This guest house prided itself on its authentic artisan experience, featuring an array of antique-inspired designs that were particularly tricky to navigate.
‘The Outburst’
Thomas Sawyer raged furiously, "You deceitful wench, you dare to deceive me! And now you want to flee!" He violently ripped off his belt, shaping it into an arch, aiming to slip it around Isabella’s neck.
‘Panic Attack’
Cold sweat rolled down Isabella's face as she struggled with the doorknob. Suddenly, with a loud "snap", the door swung open.
‘Escape and Pursuit’
A triumphant gleam shone in Isabella's eyes. Biting her lip hard to maintain her focus through the pain, she quickly pushed through the door.
Once outside, she slammed the door back towards Thomas Sawyer’s face. Taking advantage of the moment Thomas spent clutching his face in pain, Isabella bolted upstairs.
‘The Guesthouse Stairs’
The guesthouse had no elevator, so the stairs were the only option. By the time Isabella made it up the stairs, Thomas Sawyer huffed and puffed his way up behind her.
‘Her Room Is Unreachable’
Initially planning to retreat to her room, Isabella realized that was no longer a possibility.
‘The Stalker’
"You deceitful wench, you dare to run!" Thomas Sawyer’s footsteps grew ominously closer…
‘A Ray of Hope’
Not having any time to waste, upon seeing a sliver of hope leaking from a cracked-open door, Isabella lunged for it.
The door was ajar, easy to open with a push.
Isabella used all her strength and momentum but stumbled through the emptiness, causing her to fall forward.
Realizing she was going down, Isabella's eyes widened in sheer panic.
‘No! Please no!’ She instinctively protected her belly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… passed. The fearful pain did not come. Gasping for air, Isabella remained frozen in shock.
It took a moment for Isabella to realize someone had caught her, cradling her in their arms. She looked up sharply.
"Mr. Lawrence... Sebastian?" She locked eyes with Sebastian’s dark pupils. "You... you’re unharmed? You weren't drugged?"
Sebastian frowned, obviously not expecting Isabella to burst in so frantically. He shook his head, chuckling dismissively, "Child’s play. Did you really think I’d fall for that?"
Isabella took a deep breath. Yes, of course, Sebastian was not someone who could be easily fooled.
Her concern turned into chaos. She found herself troubled and in disarray out of concern.
A muffled groan came from behind Sebastian.
Isabella stepped back from Sebastian’s embrace and saw Olivia Parker clutching her belly in agony on the floor, whimpering for mercy.
Sebastian explained indifferently, "She thought she had succeeded in drugging me and came into this room early, lying in wait. Seriously overestimated herself, didn’t she?" Thus giving Isabella some peace of mind.
Isabella's heart settled into her stomach; she was no saint, and Isabella Thompson got what she deserved! There was no sympathy necessary.
Putting Isabella aside, at that moment, Sebastian didn’t attend to Isabella, continuing to address the person on the other end of the phone, “It’s all right, come over.” After issuing this simple command, he pocketed his phone and seemed to recall something. His brow furrowed as he grasped Isabella’s chin, lifting her face.
“What’s wrong?” Isabella struggled.
Sebastian tightened his grip, squinting as he scrutinized her.
Her tiny, spice-pepper-sized face lacked color, yet it was feverishly hot, her forehead and cheeks doused in sweat, strands of hair plastering against her skin, with a peculiar redness encircling her eyes.
Sebastian’s looks deepened, his presence abruptly sharp, his gaze piercing like arrows.
A layer of aggression could hardly be concealed as he wiped the sweat from Isabella’s face, his voice ice-cold, “Isabella, tell me, what happened?”
Isabella was stunned, the sound of her own name echoing in her ears. A ripple stirred in her heart. She thought she was strong.
And she truly was strong; she had gone toe-to-toe with Thomas Sawyer during perilous times without shedding a tear.
But she hadn't expected that a simple "Isabella" from Sebastian would unravel her composure, her eyes growing warmer with tears. She was an ordinary girl after all, yearning for someone to have her back.
As she tried to speak, her voice dry and bitter, she was interrupted from behind, "That lowlife of a woman dared to come up to the third floor, thinking anyone could save her? Mr. Lawrence is too drunk to care about you. Just wait and see how I deal with you..."
Isabella shivered.
Sebastian released her chin and wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her head against his broad chest. After completing these motions, he lifted his head.
‘Confrontation’
Thomas Sawyer, full of blisters, dropped his belt as he saw the deadly look on Sebastian's face, panicking.
Disbelieving the sight in front of him, he rubbed his eyes before looking again, and this time, he saw his niece lying on the floor.
Without needing Isabella to explain, Sebastian already understood the situation; both Isabella Thompson and Thomas Sawyer had used the same tactic on her.
With a cold smirk and a glance that seemed to devour, the vein on his temple pulsating as if about to burst, he let go of Isabella and hoarsely said, "Wait for me," before striding out.
Ever since he arrived at the branch office, Sebastian had restrained his emotions. While serious, he was generally considered mild-mannered and approachable.
Thomas Sawyer had never encountered such an intimidating version of Sebastian; he was more frightening than the Grim Reaper himself.
Thomas's legs turned to jelly, and he fell to the ground with a thud, muttering frantically, "Lawrence... Lawrence... Lawrence..."
Sebastian let out a laugh, "Oh? Got a bit of a stutter now, have we?"
Thomas was so scared he felt like his soul was leaving his body. He got down on his knees, "Mr. Lawrence, it's this woman, she seduced me! You've got it all wrong!"
"No, that's not it, it’s not true!" Isabella, weak from the ordeal, turned around. She caught up with Sebastian and tugged at his wrist.
Sebastian looked at her.
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