After a while, Isabelle finally found her voice again, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and jealousy.
If Molly was Ivy Thompson, Isabelle would be forever beneath her.
"It's highly likely."
Seeing Gillian Thompson's equally annoyed face, Isabelle quickly guessed what she was thinking.
Gillian didn't want Ivy to appear.
And she didn't want Molly to become Ivy either.
"What do you want me to do?"
Gillian gestured with her hand, and Isabelle leaned in closer to listen.
...
Outside the Thompson family's estate, a black Maybach had been parked for some time.
The young driver removed his night-vision goggles as he spotted Molly exiting the villa.
"Mr. Gallagher, the young lady is out. Do you want to greet her?"
Fortunately, their unmarked car was hidden in a concealed spot, allowing Molly, who was riding a mini yellow bike, to remain unaware of its presence.
"No need."
