Chapter 349

Isabella Montgomery stood facing Vincent Moreau, her gaze glacial.

This man had destroyed her five years ago. He shattered her entire existence!

It didn't matter that Victoria Kensington had bribed him. He was a grown man who committed an unspeakable act against an innocent woman. A fully grown adult!

A man like him deserved to die.

Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Isabella drove her punch straight into Vincent's face.

"Argh!"

Vincent crashed to the floor, a tooth flying from his mouth. As he struggled to rise, Isabella was already on him, delivering kick after punch.

Her eyes held a murderous glint. Each blow was fueled by pure, unadulterated rage. She pummeled him like he was nothing but a practice dummy.

"Aaarghhh!"

Vincent screamed in agony, arms wrapped around his head as he curled into a ball. "Mr. Whitmore... Mr. Whitmore! Help... help me! Argh!"

Each cry was more pitiful than the last, a symphony of pure pain.

Alexander Whitmore wanted to intervene, but the aura radiating from Isabella was too lethal!

Besides...

Isabella needed this. She needed to unleash her fury. Only then could she possibly forgive him.

"You brought this on yourself," Alexander stated coldly. "Take it like a man."

Helpless, Vincent could only endure the beating, shrinking further into himself.

This only infuriated Isabella more. Her rage boiled over. "Damn you! My life was ruined by a worthless piece of trash like you?! You disgusting pig!"

She hauled him up again, ready to hurl him straight through the window.

Vincent panicked. If she threw him out, he'd be crippled for life... if he survived at all!

Was Isabella insane? Did she actually intend to kill him?

"Wait, wait!" he shrieked. "Stop! It wasn't me! I wasn't the one who slept with you that night!"

"Liar!"

Isabella scoffed. Did he really think she'd believe such an obvious lie?

She tightened her grip and launched him through the shattered window.

Crash!

Vincent flew through the broken frame, splintered wood scattering everywhere. The violence of the scene resembled a high-stakes action film.

Alexander stared, stunned. Since when had Isabella become so strong? He remembered a weak, shy girl. This woman was pure power.

Vincent landed hard on the ground outside, blood spurting from his mouth. He groaned weakly, "Not me... really wasn't me...! Why won't you believe me...?!"

Isabella's eyes narrowed. What did he mean, it wasn't him? Her investigation was thorough. Victoria had paid him. The evidence was clear.

She leaped through the ruined window, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him away. "Save your excuses. I'm taking you to the police!"

She might not be pressing charges against Victoria yet, but she needed this evidence secured.

Five years of pain. They would all pay dearly for it.

Victoria, watching from the shadows, stamped her foot in frantic anxiety. What now? What could she do?!

If Isabella got Vincent to the police station, it was over for her!

Victoria had planned everything so carefully. She wanted Isabella to fall hopelessly for Alexander again. Not only had that failed, but now Isabella was taking Vincent away!

Victoria was about to rush out when Vincent, being dragged raw across the rough ground, burst out in agony, unable to bear the pain any longer. "Boss Montgomery, please! I beg you! It wasn't me! I swear I wasn't the one in that room with you!"