Maya Morales shot them a look.
A group of towering and imposing bodyguards immediately stepped forward.
"Ah...what are you doing..."
Isabella Svensson was manhandled by several people and pinned to the ground.
She struggled desperately, sobbing loudly.
"Help, help, let me go...Maddox Harrington, you know it wasn't me, it wasn't me...Isla Winslow, save me, save me..."
Isla Winslow didn't expect Maya Morales's arrogance to be more than just a rumor. She actually acted as she pleased. Watching Isabella panic, Isla carefully pleaded in a low voice, "Miss Morales, Isabella just made a momentary mistake. Please let her off this once..."
"Huh, so eager to speak for your friend, why don't you join her?"
Maya Morales, plump hand gripping onto Isla Winslow's collar.
Isla Winslow tensed up immediately, "I didn't mean that..."
