Chapter 282
Upon hearing this, Nolan sneered unceremoniously, "You've ended up like this, and you still won't let go of Isabella. I really underestimated you. But I hope you can hold on till the end."
He pushed his wheelchair forward, taking a step closer to Michael.
"Almost forgot to tell you, this is just the first step of my plan. I will make you watch as Isabella comes back to me and becomes my wife."
After saying this, he called over his bodyguard, who pushed him away.
Watching Nolan's extremely smug figure, Michael clenched his fists tightly. He didn't believe Isabella would really be with Nolan.
She had feelings for him; otherwise, she wouldn't have attended his birthday party.
He would never let go of Isabella.
Outside Glamour Oasis.
Meanwhile, sitting in the car, Isabella was shocked and sympathetic towards the injured when she saw the explosive news online. She was also amazed at her own luck for narrowly escaping the disaster.
She had almost been caught in that explosion.
At that time, her car was about to enter the Elysian Bridge when she suddenly received a phone call.
The caller reported that Harper had appeared.
And it wasn't just her; a group of people had quietly moved from Glamour Oasis, abandoning the store. They were clearly planning to escape!
The bodyguard monitoring Harper immediately called Isabella upon discovering this.
At that moment, she was on her way home, quite a distance from Glamour Oasis, but nothing could stop her from capturing Harper.
So, she urgently had the car change direction and head straight to Glamour Oasis.
It was this decision that allowed her to narrowly escape the explosion.
Now, having just arrived at the location, the waiting bodyguard immediately reported, "Ms. Taylor, as per your instructions, we have people following Harper's car. Should we capture her? Awaiting your orders."
Looking at the closed beauty salon, Isabella paused before speaking.
Shadow was right; it wasn't that the Wilson Family's people were incompetent, but that the force behind Harper was very powerful.
Harper, an ordinary person, had been hiding here for almost two months without being discovered.
The force behind her must be terrifying.
And the reason Harper could connect with such a force was most likely because of Violet, also known as Bianca, her daughter.
To unravel all these mysteries, she couldn't act impulsively now.
"Tell them not to act yet, keep following. I want to know her ultimate goal."
Isabella finished speaking and gestured to the bodyguard in front, "Let's go."
The bodyguard was startled, "Ms. Taylor, your body might not withstand long travel, and if there's any danger..."
They were sent by Holden to protect Isabella. If anything happened to her, none of them would escape responsibility.
"If necessary, we'll follow them. Ms. Taylor, you should stay."
"Stop talking nonsense, I must go today."
Isabella gave a direct order.
She had already let Harper escape once; she couldn't let her have a second chance.
She had been investigating Grace's death for years without finding the real cause. If she guessed correctly, Harper was involved in Grace's death.
As the murderer of Grace, how could she let Harper escape right before her eyes!
As for the child...
Isabella placed her hands on her swollen belly, took a deep breath, and decisively fastened her seatbelt, "Follow them, don't waste time."
She believed the child would understand her actions.
Grace's death couldn't go unresolved.
To ensure Isabella's safety, the people guarding Glamour Oasis also drove behind her, chasing after Harper.
The car drove to the sparsely populated western suburbs when Isabella received another call.
"Ms. Taylor, Harper's group suddenly dispersed in a small town, and all the cars drove into alleys. It seems they've discovered our tracking. What should we do now?"
The voice on the other end was urgent, waiting for Isabella's order to capture Harper.
If they delayed any longer, Harper would be lost.
"Take action!" Isabella decisively gave the order.
Originally, she wanted to use this opportunity to capture the people behind Harper, saving herself from being constantly watched.
But now, if she hesitated, Harper would escape.
Since she could only choose one, she would capture Harper first.
As for the people behind her, since they were targeting her, they would eventually reveal themselves.
"Yes, Ms. Taylor!"
Upon receiving the order, the bodyguards immediately pursued.
Isabella also sped up, racing towards the rendezvous point.
On the way, Isabella repeatedly urged to speed up, but the bodyguards, seeing the uneven road ahead, drove cautiously.
Even a small bump made them break out in a cold sweat.
They were afraid of affecting the child in Isabella's belly.
That child was valued by both the Brown Family and the Wilson Family. If anything happened, their lives wouldn't be enough to compensate.
Fortunately, with guidance from the front, they took the outer roads and finally found Harper's car in front of an uninhabited building.
By then, the Wilson Family's bodyguards had already forced Harper's group inside.
The entrance was also guarded.
When Isabella got out of the car, the waiting bodyguard quickly approached and bowed to her, "Ms. Taylor, Harper is inside. We've secured the outside. Should we capture her now?"
Isabella glanced at the dilapidated house and gestured for the bodyguard to wait, a glint in her eye.
"I've been searching for so long, let me meet her first."
Harper was very cunning. She had used some tricks to seduce Indigo and had always denied involvement in Grace's death.
If it weren't for her memories, she might have been deceived by Harper's acting.
After the tense chase, Isabella's belly felt tight.
She gently stroked her belly, calming the child and herself, and walked towards the house.
Just as she was about to push the door open, a scream came from inside. It was Harper.
"Who are you? Why are you following me? How much do you want? I'll give you all the money, okay?"
A black package appeared in the door crack, followed by Harper's stammering voice.
"I didn't see your faces. Take the money and leave. I promise not to say anything."