62. Gather Machinery. 

"How dare that son of a bitch call me despite all my warnings that I would kill him if he came close to me again?" Isabella said this immediately as she pulled over, like a storm gathering strength before it unleashes its fury.

Her eyes, even in a blink of an eye, suddenly became reddish, her face hard like a stone-cold mask of fury, and her veins cropped out of her forehead like a raging river, pulsating with anger and frustration.

Again, she dug her hand into her fancy bag and brought out her phone.

"Is he using a private number to call me? How dare he?" Isabella said it aloud like a thunderous clap, her voice reverberating with anger and disbelief, as if he could hear her without picking up the call. Hence, she immediately picked up the call, but what she heard was a different voice which was not Davis'.

"Hello, b*tch," Isabella heard immediately on the phone, and if she recognized the voice, it was hence a lie.

Immediately, all her anger softened, and her veins receded into her sk
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