My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 132

Images from the video flashed through Isabella Austin’s mind—Emily Blair tangled up with Andrew Lane. Her stomach lurched and twisted; a wave of nausea and greasy disgust rose up in her chest, forcing her to double over and retch onto the floor.

All this time, everything she’d thought, everything she’d done… and in the end, she’d just paved the way for Emily Blair! Emily Blair, with her Andrew…

No wonder Andrew Lane hadn’t come home in so long. Emily Blair must have sunk her claws into him, kept him away.

Isabella herself had never gotten that far with Andrew Lane, and now Emily Blair had beaten her to it!

Emily Blair deserved to rot.

Clutching her chest, Isabella’s eyes swelled with fury and spite, dark and venomous. In her rage, she completely forgot that she was the one who’d drugged Emily Blair in the first place—the source of all this chaos. If not for her, none of this would have happened.

But none of that registered now. All Isabella could think was that Emily Blair had stolen her man.

Outside the door, a maid heard the sound of her retching and called out, her voice tense with concern.

“Ms. Austin, are you all right?”

Everyone in the house knew how much Andrew Lane cared about Isabella Austin. The staff had been warned repeatedly by Andrew himself and the Lane family to take especially good care of her.

Because of that, even the smallest sign of trouble from Isabella put the maids on edge, their nerves stretched tight for fear of making a mistake.

Isabella lowered her eyes, a shadow flickering across her gaze. She picked up her shattered phone, forcing her voice low and soft. “I’m not feeling well. Could you call Andrew for me?”

The maids exchanged uncertain glances.

Andrew Lane was still at the office; it was nowhere near quitting time. Besides, I&A was in the middle of a high-stakes company acquisition. Lately, Andrew had been coming home late every night, buried in endless work.

If they interrupted him over something trivial or not truly urgent, they’d be in for it—he’d yelled at them before for less.

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