The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

The car sped away, leaving Isabella standing in exhaust fumes.

She didn't move for a while and then slowly began to walk down the hill.

She had lost her phone the night before, and besides that, she was also penniless.

She was wearing a pair of flat sandals. It was fortunate that she rarely wore high heels, or she would have to suffer a lot on her walk downtown.

The road back was irritatingly long. Isabella walked for so long that when she reached the foot of the hill, it was already noon, and the cars that had left in the morning were. on their way back.

Jason was surprised to see the slim figure through the car. window. Thinking that his sister Samantha was severely

injured, he averted his eyes indifferently.

Isabella couldn't feel her legs in the end.

She had stayed up all night last night and spent the whole morning walking down the hill. Once she got to the main road, she hailed a taxi and returned to the Thompson couple's apartment.

The Thompson couple lived in an old community in Dawton. City, which was poorly administered and where cars came. and went unchecked. The taxi pulled over downstairs, and Isabella went up to get the money for the fare.

The door was locked. Isabella pulled out the key hanging. from her neck and opened the door.

She took her ID card, passport, bank card, and about a hundred dollars worth of cash.

She would not stay here anymore. This was not her home.

Before leaving, she took one last look around the place

where she grew up. No good memories but only hurtful ones.

had been made here.

It was a small apartment of less than 650 square feet with

Samantha's posters everywhere. Isabella let loose a self-

mocking laugh.

She didn't belong here. She didn't belong with the Lang family. She had no home in the world.

She cared about nobody, and nobody cared about her.

She took the key off her neck and casually threw it on the shoe cabinet in the hallway before locking the door behind.

her.

She would never set foot in this place again.

Rushing downstairs, she got into the taxi that had been

waiting for her in the same place and said to the driver, "Go to the airport."

The driver cast her a surprised look. He had worried that the

disheveled girl would run away without paying him, but not

only had she come back with money, but she had also asked for another ride to the airport.

He found the girl a bit strange.

However, it meant more money for him, so he had no reason to refuse her.

At the same time, in the most mysterious estate in Dawton City, a man slowly opened his eyes.

His midnight blue pupils were like frozen sapphire.

Seeing him waking up, the two men standing beside the bed tensed up and held their breath.

They both looked a bit pale with a thin sheen of cold sweat.

on their foreheads.

They had always been scrupulous around this man but never had they ever felt such fright.

They were on tenterhooks because of the serious incident yesterday.

The man slowly propped himself up on the bed and felt a

dull pain in his stomach which was now wrapped in bandages.

However, his first concern was not the cut on his stomach.

"Find that woman and do away with her. She can't bear

children with my blood and genes."

He enunciated every syllable in an icy voice full of killing. intent, making people think of the snow on the tops of high mountains that persisted throughout thousands of years.

What had happened last night was the last thing he wanted to recall. Just thinking about it made him see red.

He still couldn't believe that someone had the guts to set him up and swore to make that girl rue the day she was

born.

The two men standing next to the bed were Draxton Lockwood's trusted subordinates.

The good-looking one replied, "Mr. Lockwood, we've sent. people to search for her, but there are no surveillance cameras around that place, so I'm afraid it will take more time than we thought to locate her." Draxton gave him a sidelong glance and said in a smoldering

voice, "Kill her where you find her. The thought that she is still breathing in the world disgusts me."

A glint of exasperation flashed across his penetrating eyes.

He was a man and had to admit that he had been turned on last night.

However, letting a woman take the lead in sex humiliated him.

Isabella arrived at the airport and boarded the earliest flight out of the country.

She didn't care where it would take her. She just wanted to leave the place immediately.

She had no idea that someone had begun a frantic search for her.

She had no idea either that she was saving herself from getting killed.

However, it seemed that fate wasn't done playing tricks on her yet. She was exhausted and fell asleep right after getting on board.

She was woken up by the violent jolts of the plane and the frightened wails and screams of the passengers around her.

Instead of freaking out, Isabella was feeling a little dazed.

Death didn't terrify her. Perhaps it was because there was no one she felt attached to in the world.

Soon, she felt the plane falling at a rapid speed.

Horrified screams around her were deafening.

Isabella blacked out with a crash and drifted into complete darkness.

Back in Dawton City, a man's voice said, "Mr. Lockwood,

we've found her, but..."

Draxton's deep blue eyes flicked over.

"She's already dead in a plane crash."

Draxton's face remained impassive as he said, "Then find.

her body."

"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, every one of the Lang family was staggered.

"Did she leave because she was afraid of us getting back at

her after she hurt Sammy? Was she that scared?" Mrs. Lang

mumbled with mixed feelings.

Ethan kept silent and didn't know how to respond. Then, he thought of what he had said that day to warn Isabella.

Jason looked grave too.

Recalling what he had said to Isabella before leaving that day, he sneered.

"Dad, Mom, don't think too much about it. I bet she just wanted to make a fuss by running away after seeing that we

wouldn't accept her.

"Unfortunately, she was down on her luck and got killed in a plane crash."

The news soon reached Samantha and the Thompson couple in the hospital. The Thompson couple was elated to see Isabella's name on the list of passengers on that flight. Samantha stared at that news page on her phone, and her lips tilted in a faint smile.

Five years later.

In a courtyard in Lotus Village, Godsville City, a woman with her ebony hair down was sitting lazily on a swing. She was in

a long green dress that brought out the fairness of her skin.

The swing swayed, and so did her long hair and the hem of

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Colorful flowers surrounded her, and not far away, two kids. around four years old were playing with a plump white puppy and a strong black panther.

Silvery giggles were carried away by the breeze. The woman

looked at them quietly with a serene and gentle smile

hovering upon her lips.

They seemed to be living in a beautiful painting.

The little girl in a billowing pink dress lifted the shaking. puppy and put it before the black panther.

"Witty-Whitey, Biggy-Blacky won't bite you. So don't be

afraid of him."

The black panther looked at the little girl dotingly and didn't move. Then, when the chubby puppy glanced up at the big

mouth above its head, its watery eyes rolled back, and it

passed out.

The little boy beside her saw it and sighed helplessly. Then, in his baby voice, he said, "Betty, stop bullying Whitey!"