Chapter 289: The Everett Go to Jail!

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: The Everett Go to Jail!

「In a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city.」

Isabelle Sutton cowered in a corner, her hands and feet bound. Her face was deathly pale as she stared at the vicious-looking fugitives before her. The tension was stretched so taut she felt like she was about to snap.

A man with a chest covered in tattoos brandished a steel pipe, swinging it toward Isabelle Sutton from time to time. He would stop just short of her face every time, deliberately trying to scare her.

Watching Isabelle shriek and tremble with fear, the tattooed man threw his head back and roared with laughter, as if he were playing some cruel game.

Next to him, a bald man wearing a gold chain kept glancing at the time and cursed impatiently, "Damn it, what the hell is that Everett guy doing? Why isn’t he here yet!"

"Don’t worry, Boss. He’ll probably be here any minute!" The tattooed man swung his steel pipe, veins bulging on his arm. "We’re going to make a huge score this time!"

’Everett?’

Isabelle Sutton seized on this key piece of information, and her mind instantly jumped to the Everetts.

’Was her sudden kidnapping related to the Everetts?’

’Then what about Sienna?’

The tattooed man knew Isabelle Sutton had heard him. He gave a sinister grin and roughly lifted her chin with the steel pipe. "You’re Sienna Everett’s friend, aren’t you?"

The rough steel pipe scraped painfully against Isabelle Sutton’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. She didn’t dare make a sound.

"Speak! Are you fucking mute?!" the tattooed man roared, his expression turning savage. "Don’t think we don’t know just because you won’t admit it! You should be blaming Sienna Everett. If you weren’t her friend, we never would have grabbed you!"

Isabelle Sutton flinched at his roar but still forced herself to ask in a weak voice, "What... what does this have to do with Sienna?"

The tattooed man suddenly laughed, his words dripping with malicious provocation. "Someone wants to cause trouble for Sienna Everett, and you just happen to be her friend. So we grabbed you. See? Sienna Everett is the one who dragged you into this!"

"No." Fear had drained all the color from Isabelle Sutton’s face, but her eyes were incredibly resolute. "When you said ’someone wants to cause trouble for Sienna,’ you must have meant the Everetts! What do you mean Sienna dragged me into this? She’s a victim here, too! The Everetts are clearly the ones in the wrong! You’re the criminals! The evil ones! If the Everetts weren’t so shameless, I would never have been kidnapped, and none of this would be happening!"

The tattooed man was instantly enraged. He swung his hand and slapped Isabelle Sutton across the face. "You fucking bitch! Go on, keep fucking talking! You’ve got a real smart mouth, don’t you?!"

The force of the blow snapped Isabelle Sutton’s head to the side, and a red handprint immediately swelled on her fair cheek. Yet her eyes remained filled with defiance.

She glared straight at the group of vile, shameless criminals.

The tattooed man sneered, his lecherous gaze raking over Isabelle Sutton’s body. "I hear you’re a celebrity? What if I ripped your clothes off, made a video, and posted it online for everyone to see your body? How about that? Huh? HAHAHAHAHA!"

At his words, Isabelle Sutton recoiled, her face turning even paler than before.

’These lowlife, inhuman animals!’

"That’s enough! Stop wasting your breath on this little wench!" the bald man beside them finally spoke up.

The bald man was the group’s leader. He snapped irritably, "This Isabelle Sutton is still useful, so stop scaring her! As for that old Everett bastard, if he dares short us by even a single penny, I’ll fucking make sure he dies a miserable death!"

These were all wanted desperados who had evaded countless police pursuits. They didn’t dare draw too much attention to themselves, so they primarily made a living by taking on paid commissions.

But the tattooed man’s lecherous gaze remained glued to Isabelle Sutton. He swallowed hard, a vile look on his face. "Boss, I gotta say, this celebrity is fucking hot! It’s been forever since I’ve had a tender little thing like this! Why don’t we brothers take this chance to have a little fun tonight?"

Isabelle Sutton had never heard such crude and explicit words. She shrank back in terror, trembling like a leaf, cold sweat beading on her palms.

The bald man glanced at Isabelle Sutton, scoffing at her terrified state. He turned to the tattooed man. "Stop fucking thinking about that shit. That old Everett bastard said in his text just now that this Isabelle Sutton is still useful. We can’t hurt her!"

The tattooed man remembered Morgan Everett’s instructions, and his expression immediately soured. He spat on the ground. "That old bastard is so damn picky!"

He stared resentfully at Isabelle Sutton for a few more moments before finally walking away in frustration.

But it wasn’t long before the tattooed man, unable to suppress his urges, returned to stand before Isabelle Sutton. A lewd grin spread across his face. "I’m just gonna have a little fun. It’s not like I’m gonna kill her, so it doesn’t count as hurting her! Right, brothers? HAHAHA!"

As soon as the tattooed man spoke, the other three fugitives in the warehouse all burst into lewd, raucous laughter.

The more the tattooed man looked at Isabelle Sutton’s trembling form, the more worked up he became. "I wasn’t even in the mood at first. I wasn’t going to touch you because of that old bastard’s warning. But you just had to go and piss me off! And now I’m definitely not letting you go!"

Isabelle Sutton’s eyes widened in terror. Her body trembling, she tried to shrink back, but the wall was right behind her. There was nowhere to go.

’She shouldn’t have provoked him. These were just a pack of inhuman animals!’

The tattooed man cackled lewdly, reaching for Isabelle Sutton, his eyes clouded with lust. "Boss, if you’re not going to take her, then I will!"

The other three fugitives rubbed their hands together excitedly. "After you’re done, let the rest of us brothers have a turn!"

The bald man frowned but said nothing more. Although these men called him "Boss," they were really just a bunch of unruly troublemakers who could mutiny at any moment. Using this little wench to satisfy them tonight in exchange for their loyalty wasn’t a bad trade.

Seeing that the bald man wasn’t objecting, the tattooed man grew even bolder and reached for the collar of Isabelle’s shirt.

"Get away! Don’t touch me! Get away!" Tears instantly streamed from Isabelle Sutton’s eyes as she screamed in a panic. But her hands and feet were bound; she couldn’t even try to get away.

"Keep screaming! I’ll make it so you can’t make a sound in a minute!" With a RRRIP, the tattooed man tore off Isabelle Sutton’s sleeve, intending to use the strip of cloth to gag her.

Isabelle Sutton struggled weakly, her tear-filled eyes wide with terror.

’Get away!’

’Don’t touch me!’

’It’s so disgusting... Don’t touch me... Don’t...’

Just then, with a tremendous BANG—!!

The main door of the warehouse was kicked open from the outside!!

A slender yet powerful figure stood there, silhouetted against the light from outside.

The tattooed man had just torn Isabelle’s sleeve and hadn’t even had time to gag her when he was interrupted. He froze and whipped his head around to look at the entrance.

Because he had discussed the plan with Morgan Everett to use Isabelle Sutton to threaten Sienna Everett, the tattooed man recognized her at a glance. The person who had kicked in the door was Sienna Everett!