Isabel immediately grabbed Julian's arm and walked away.
Adrian tried to follow, but Mrs. Blackwell blocked his path.
Selena, meanwhile, fought desperately to break free from Adrian’s grip and chase after Isabel.
“Isabel!”
“Isabel, don’t go! Save me!”
There was no response.
Adrian held her tight, his gaze dark and deep as he watched Isabel’s retreating figure.
The wedding was a fiasco.
But the guests, knowing Adrian was not someone to be trifled with, didn't dare ask questions. When the food was served, they simply ate.
Adrian led Selena out of the hotel, first instructing Henry to escort Mrs. Blackwell and Oliver back to Westbridge.
Selena struggled the entire way.
Her wrists were rubbed raw.
She frantically sought any chance to cause a scene, even kicking a door on their way out of the hotel.
If Adrian was so concerned about her remaining unharmed, she would do everything in her power to defy him.
“Did you know, Adrian? When I was abroad, I slept with many men. I might even have AIDS. You want to use my life to save someone else? Dream on.”
Adrian had been monitoring Selena for years, spending most of his time abroad with her. He knew the state of her health better than anyone.
Ignoring her taunts, he brought her back to the Grey Zone, where he immediately had her wounds treated and ordered a full-body examination.
*
Isabel and Julian were already on their way to the airport, eager to leave the place behind.
If she’d had a choice, she never would have made the trip.
But she couldn’t understand why Selena had begged her for help.
Their history was not one that fostered mutual rescue.


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