Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

“Haelor!!!”

Old Mrs. Veyra exclaimed, yelling sharply with wide eyes, “Quickly! What are you all standing around for, go stop him-”

The underlings in the courtyard rushed forward and pulled Haelor to a halt.

The potted plant fell to the ground with a ‘thud‘, littering the ground.

Isolde pauses and turns back, sweeping the potted plant on the ground and lifting her eyes in disgust at Haelor, whose eyes are filled with scarlet ferocity.

She smiles, sarcastically disgusted, “You really do look like Fabian.”

Haelor is stunned.

“Haclor, in three days, you come and sign the donation consent form, or, I’ll bring you in for attempted murder with an autopsy report and a recording!”

“You fucking fart!” Haelor was dragged by his underlings and could only yell at Isolde in a violent rage, “You think you can threaten me with that trick! I’ll tell you this! Even if you sue me, so what! I’m not afraid of you! With this injury and that stupid recording, you think our Veyra family can’t handle it!”

“Yes, it’s hard to convict you with this evidence, but if the news of Shen’s attempted murder broke, do you think Shen’s business situation would be able to withstand it?”

Haelor was stunned!

The Veyra family’s old lady and the other Veyra family members were infuriated and cursed at Isolde, but none of them could stand up to Isolde at this time.

Isolde thought they looked like clowns at the moment.

That face is really ugly to the extreme!

Isolde withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked straight out.

The large Veyra family’s door was wide open.

When she came, she was alone and helpless, and the wicked were triumphant;

When she left, lonely and confident, no one dared to stop her!

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Chapter 78

The white BMW drove slowly on the road.

Until it drove away from the Veyra family three kilometers away, Isolde’s taut nerves slowly relaxed, and her body shivered afterward.

In fact, she was not as calm and confident as she appeared to be……

Blood was still bubbling out of the wound on her forehead, and Isolde felt dizzy as hell.

She had to go to the hospital.

She couldn’t fall asleep here!

At the intersection ahead, the traffic lights were blurring in her vision.

Isolde shook her head to clear it more, but her head was getting heavier.

The cell phone in her bag was vibrating frantically.

She slowly slammed on the brakes.

The white BMW stopped at the intersection and the red light came on.

Isolde braced her consciousness and took her phone out of her bag to see who was calling, but it was a blur.

She was too sleepy…

The moment her finger scratched the answer button, the phone slipped out of her hand-

Isolde slumped over the steering wheel and lost consciousness.

The call page of the cell phone, which had landed on the footrest, read Vincent‘.

“Isolde, where are you?”

“Isolde? talk! sophia?”

Vincent’s low voice carried a hint of urgency, which was especially clear in the closed and quiet car.

The only thing that responded to him was the harsh honking of the vehicle behind him urging

“Isolde!”

The white Cayenne braked sharply to a stop at the side of the road, the passenger door opened and Karina

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