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After a moment of deep dread, Yves King noticed the unfavorable situation in front of him, he hurriedly changed his tactics. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, refusing to let go, lightly kissed her ear, and soothingly reassured: "Sara, don't be impulsive. Let me tell you, she's my wife. If you kill her, what am I going to do?"
"I know she's your wife." Isbella pouted her lips, clearly unsatisfied, and murmured, "I secretly followed your yacht back, so obviously I heard them talking about it onboard, but..." She paused briefly, her frigid eyes becoming frosty, and then boldly declared, "If I kill her, you'll be all mine."
"Sara, that's not right." Yves King feeling helpless, frantically tried to dissuade her. He was afraid that Isbella might take advantage of a moment's lapse in judgement and indeed kill Faye. His heart ached; these people from the Black Paradise were extremely twisted, what had they turned her into?
