Chapter 418 The Cooper family Was Sebastian's accomplice
Marcus hung his head, looking like he just got punched in the gut.
The more time Heather spent with Marcus, the more she was into him.
Seeing Marcus all torn up over another chick, Heather felt a pang in her chest too.
She was kinda jealous.
She ditched her usual playful vibe and gave him a quiet pat on the back.
Then she heard Marcus croak out, "Last time, Isabella told me she fell for Sebastian. Honestly, I was already kinda over it. My feelings were just weighing her down, so I decided to back off. But she and I grew up together. Even if we can't be a thing, we still have our history. I can't just do nothing."
"And," Marcus felt a wave of guilt, "the Cooper family has a part in this. Isabella's mess is partly on us. We're kinda to blame."
He clenched his teeth, "Sebastian's partners in crime!"
As he said this, his eyes went red, and his fists tightened, muscles popping out of his arms.
Hearing this, Heather felt a bit better.
The guy she liked was responsible, fair, and knew right from wrong.
"Marcus, whatever you wanna do, whatever plans you got, just tell me. We can tackle it together."
Marcus locked eyes with Heather, seeing nothing but understanding.
His heart skipped a beat.
"I wanna find a way to expose Sebastian for who he really is. During this time, I might need you to come with me to see Isabella," Marcus asked, "Is that cool?"
Take her along?
Heather was first shocked, then her heart started racing.
She suddenly got that Marcus's goal was just to keep Isabella from getting played, not like before when he just wanted to patch things up with her.
"Sure," Heather smiled, then got serious, "But Isabella's in a bad place. We need to wait till she chills out."
Marcus nodded, showing he got it.
But he couldn't smile now. The deep guilt was eating him up.
Isabella and Brittany were both on it. Brittany handled the packing, and Isabella booked the hotel.
Half an hour later, they had everything sorted.
Brittany didn't have much stuff, so she didn't need Isabella's help to move.
Isabella sat in the passenger seat waiting for Brittany to get in the car. She thought she saw a shadowy figure lurking in the corner.
There really was some creep tailing Brittany!
Isabella rolled down the window, leaned out, and looked towards that corner.
"What are you looking at?" Brittany opened the driver's side door and got in, eyeing the direction Isabella was looking, but saw no one.
But suddenly, a wave of fear hit her, "Is someone really following me?"
Isabella didn't see anyone, so she pulled back in and looked seriously at Brittany, "Yeah, I don't think I was wrong. Let's drive to the hotel first. We need to get the cops on this. No matter what, you need to crash somewhere else for the next few days."
"Okay." Brittany gripped the steering wheel, her cold tone showing her disgust and annoyance.
Isabella's heart was still racing. Stalking, peeping. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl.
Her phone buzzed, and when Isabella unlocked it, Sebastian's message popped up: [Are you there yet?]
[Have you eaten?]
Isabella had just managed to push him out of her mind for a bit, and now he was barging back in.
This dude was always like this, never backing down.
If she didn't reply, those hard-earned seven days would be toast.
Isabella texted back: [Yes.]
He shot back a "Good" and left it at that.
Isabella gripped her phone tight and stared out the window.
The night in Maple Valley was lit and beautiful. The nightlife was just kicking off, but Isabella was already wiped out.
She thought, 'What's gonna happen when I go back in seven days?
'Reconcile or split?
'Sebastian won't go for a divorce. Could I really break away from him?'
Just thinking about splitting made Isabella's heart ache.
Then she thought, 'Splitting is painful.
'So, what about making up?'
The pain in her heart didn't ease up because of that.
Isabella knew that whether they split or made up, she and Sebastian could never go back to how they were.
Brittany sighed quietly. Isabella was on her own.
No one else could help.
She looked ahead and drove in silence.
More than twenty minutes later, they pulled up at the hotel.
Isabella had booked a small duplex suite. It wasn't big, but it was cozy and surprisingly satisfying.
After checking in, Isabella and Brittany went their separate ways.
Entering the bedroom, Isabella didn't bother with the light. She flopped onto the bed, exhausted, staring at the ceiling without moving.
She let her mind go blank.
She didn't know how long she lay there, but eventually, Isabella snapped out of it, turned on the light, and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as she walked in, her eyes landed on her reflection in the mirror.
She didn't even know when she had started crying.
There was a line of tears on her cheek.
She hadn't been thinking about anything.
Was it so painful that she cried silently?
Isabella cupped water in her hands and splashed it on her face, doing it over and over.
When she looked up again, there were a few drops of water on her fair cheeks, and it was impossible to tell if they were tears or water.
Isabella hid her true feelings, smiling like everything was fine.
Downstairs at the hotel, a Rolls-Royce was parked steadily.
When the window rolled down, smoke from inside the car drifted out.
Sebastian stubbed out his cigarette and looked up at the building.
He couldn't see anything. The light was on for a moment, then it went off.
A sense of loss welled up in Sebastian's heart.
He opened his phone and stared at the small red dot on the screen, feeling a bit of relief as the emptiness in his heart was filled a little.
Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat, feeling a bit comforted. Luckily, Isabella's phone was left at home, and luckily, she didn't follow him back then.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to install the tracking system.
"Mr. Lawrence, is that really you?" An excited male voice broke the silence.
The hotel manager hurried out, hands clasped in front of his stomach, bowing as he looked at Sebastian through the car window. Confirming it was him, the manager became even more nervous.
The manager quickly handed a room card to Sebastian. "This is the room card you requested, and the lady in the beige coat is staying on the first floor."
Sebastian opened his eyes, took the card, and held it between his fingers, then tucked it into his palm.
He didn't say anything more, just closed his eyes again and threw out a few words, "Keep your mouth shut."
"Yes, sir."
Sebastian waved his hand, signaling the man to leave.
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