Chapter 355

"Yes!"

Nathaniel Blackwood gave a firm nod.

The man cowering on the floor looked like he was about to wet himself.

"Thank you for sparing me... thank you," he stammered, voice trembling.

His fear wasn't unwarranted.

The Prescott family was untouchable.

They might play dirty in the shadows, but crossing the Prescotts meant signing their own death warrant.

Truthfully, Oliver Prescott had only dared to act so boldly because he'd sent word ahead to Victor Holloway.

"This place reeks of blood. I can't stand another second here."

Oliver wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Victor shrugged. "That's the nature of the business, Mr. Prescott. The messier it is, the more people flock here. This is where fortunes are made—and lost. Anything can be won here, things money can't buy anywhere else."

Victor wasn't the owner, just the face of the operation.

Under his management, the casino had grown into an infamous empire.

Oliver scoffed.

"Anything, huh? Including Isabella Lockhart? You've got some nerve."

Victor paled.

"Wait... you mean Isabella Lockhart of the Blackwood Group?"

"Exactly." Oliver cut him off sharply.

Victor's blood ran cold.

The Blackwoods led the Elite Eight of Newport City.

They were even more powerful than the Prescotts.

Whoever had taken Isabella and put her up as a prize had a death wish.

Victor kicked the man on the ground again.

"Are you insane? You kidnapped Mrs. Blackwood? Do you have a death wish? I told you—no one from the Elite Eight is to be touched! You've doomed us all!"

The man cowered, trying to defend himself.

"I-I didn't kidnap her! She came to us! She sold herself!"

All eyes turned to the woman in the white dress and feathered mask, her mouth still taped shut.

Oliver looked ready to kill him on the spot.

"Liar. Isabella Lockhart is worth millions. Why would she sell herself for pennies?"

The man sobbed.

"It's true! She asked for 150 grand. I transferred the money, and she said I could do whatever I wanted with her. Ask her yourself!"

Oliver hesitated.

Isabella owned a tech empire and a law firm. She'd gotten a fortune from Nathaniel.

There was no way she'd sell herself for pocket change.

He moved toward her, reaching for her mask—then stopped.

"Nathaniel, you should do it. You found her first. She's yours."

Despite his attraction to Isabella, Oliver knew better than to overstep.

To his surprise, Nathaniel just shrugged.

"Didn't the old man say this was your fate? It's got nothing to do with me. Hurry up. She's waiting for you to save her."