Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Vincent was struck so hard that his face went to one side, and after a moment of stunned silence, he frowned

slightly and looked over at Isolde.

Isolde’s hand fell to her side, she tried several times to hold it tightly, but her hand was shaking uncontrollably.

This slap Isolde put all her strength into it, and after she finished it she was completely out of energy.

But she was unwilling to show half a bit of vulnerability in front of Vincent, coldly glaring at him, “Get out!”

Vincent’s face sank.

Arthur rushed forward and pulled Vincent away, “Calm down. She’s not in the right mood right now, so don’t give her any more trouble.”

Vincent’s thin lips pursed tightly, his dark eyes obscure.

He, who was used to controlling everything, experienced the powerlessness of losing control for the first time.

Being slapped by Isolde, he was angry, but when he met Isolde’s eyes that were full of resentment, he actually developed a trace of helplessness.

Isolde stopped looking at him and walked towards her car.

Her back looked thin in the cold wind.

The knot in Vincent’s throat rolled hard, and in a sudden heartbeat, he reached out and pulled her-

Isolde paused in her stride and didn’t look back.

“Let go.”

Her husky voice was dead, scattered on the wind and damp to the ear.

Vincent doesn’t let go, staring at the way her head hangs low, emotions churning in his dark eyes, but his thin lips remain tightly pursed.

Arthur was dying of anxiety at the side, “If you want to apologize you just say it!”

Karina held Isolde and glared back at Vincent, “Are you not going to stop until you drive her crazy! You let her go!”

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Chapter 89

Vincent’s black eyes stared at Isolde for an instant, his thin lips opened, and only after a while did he say two

words. “I’m sorry.”

This ‘sorry‘, low and solemn, but at this moment, it also seemed exceptionally pale.

Arthur and Karina were both silent for a moment.

Isolde still didn’t turn around, she didn’t want to look at the man again.

“Vincent, I’ll say it again, let go.”

Vincent’s jawline tightened and he still had no intention of letting go.

He felt that he was probably crazy to even want Isolde to look back at him at this moment.

Even if it was, a glance filled with resentment.

He couldn’t stand Isolde ignoring herself.

This strangely extreme emotion put Vincent in a daze, and he didn’t even know what exactly he had to do to

satisfy himself ……

The two sides were at a standstill, neither of them willing to compromise.

Arthur was just about to persuade Vincent when Isolde suddenly turned around.

She lifted her curtains and her icy eyes landed on his face, “Vincent, what do you really want?”

Vincent’s throat rolled, and for a moment he was at a loss as to how to respond.

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