Chapter 877

Isabella's POV

A moment later, a message popped up on my phone with a new number.

Without hesitation, I dialed it.

The man answered after two rings. "Hello?"

"I need to meet with you," I said, my voice cold.

"Where?"

I gave him a location, somewhere discreet. "Meet me there in thirty minutes."

I grabbed my purse and slipped out of the hotel. My heart pounded, but my steps were steady.

This was it. The beginning of the end.

And Damien…Gerald…was running out of time.

The drive to the meeting location felt endless, though it was only a few miles away from the hotel. 

My fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as I maneuvered through the quiet, dimly lit streets. 

My thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing remained clear…I needed to get rid of Damien. He had become a threat, and threats had to be eliminated.

As I pulled up to the agreed location, a secluded parking