Chapter 407

"This morning, the media caught the president of the Landon Group heading to the hospital. He was with a young girl, and they both looked pretty messed up. The girl was wrapped in a bath towel, and there were some suspicious marks on her. Reporters tried to follow them into the hospital, but the staff stopped them from filming. Insiders say Seb spent the night with some unknown woman at the Moon Club. We still don't know who she is. Here's an interview with a Moon Club staff member. For his safety, we've blurred his face and changed his voice. Let's check out the live interview."

The staff member said, "Hey everyone, I work at the Moon Club. Last night around eleven or twelve, Mr. Landon came in with a woman named Scott. Mr. Landon is a VIP here and always has a private room. He usually comes for business, so we don't ask too many questions."

The interviewer asked, "Have you seen this woman named Scott before?"

The staff replied, "Nope."

The interviewer continued, "Has Mr. Landon brought an unknown woman alone before?"

The staff said, "I can't say for sure."

The TV's sound echoed through the room as Isabella sat on the couch, watching the news on repeat.

"Here, have some water." Quentin bent down, placed a glass of water in front of her, grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and sat on the couch opposite Isabella.

Isabella looked at Quentin, her face pretty calm. "Where am I, and why did you bring me here?"

Last night, after leaving the Moon Club, she got into Quentin's car. Even though she knew Quentin was dangerous, she somehow found herself stepping into his car.

The perfume in Quentin's car had a strange scent, and Isabella soon fell asleep. When she woke up, she was here.

Outside the window was a quiet forest, and in the distance, she could see a majestic mountain range. The place was peaceful, far from the city's noise, with only the sounds of nature.

Isabella knew making a fuss wouldn't help. She decided to save her energy and figure out what Quentin really wanted.

Quentin was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Bella, if I take you back now, will you still go through with today's wedding?"

Isabella pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

Honestly, she didn't know.

When everything happened, Isabella didn't think about the wedding; her first thought was Sweetie. For Sweetie, this marriage had to happen.

If she put everything else aside and only thought about herself, Isabella felt she needed to sort out the whole situation before deciding. She loved Seb but couldn't accept his betrayal. She didn't know how long it would take to fully process this.

"You don't have an answer, so I'll give you one." Quentin stood up, walked over, squatted in front of Isabella, and took her hand.

Isabella trembled, wanting to pull her hand back but she forced herself to resist. She couldn't back down! To understand Quentin's intentions, she had to endure.

Isabella's silent consent seemed to give Quentin strength. He tightened his grip on her hand. "Bella, Seb doesn't deserve you. Come with me to Silvercrest. I promise you'll be grateful for the choice you make today after you go there."

Isabella's eyes flickered. "Go to Silvercrest?"

She slowly shook her head. "Why should I go to Silvercrest? My family, friends, and everyone I know are in Lakina. I don't want to go to Silvercrest!"

"Silvercrest is gorgeous, full of talented folks. Bella, if you go, I promise you'll fall in love with it," Quentin coaxed.

Isabella thought if she were a naive kid or an eighteen-year-old girl, she might be swayed by Quentin. But why was he so insistent on taking her to Silvercrest? What was his deal?

Isabella looked at Quentin and asked, "Is there any other reason?"

Quentin was caught off guard, then said, "I want you to meet Lova."

Isabella inquired, "Lova? Didn't you mention she had some weird illness and wasn't expected to make it?"

Quentin shook his head, his voice heavy. "No, there's still hope for her!"

Isabella was confused. "How?"

Her eyes were so pure that Quentin couldn't bear to look directly at her. He slightly averted his gaze and said, "Your blood types match, and your body functions are very similar. So, as long as you give her some blood, she can be saved."

Isabella frowned. "Is it really that simple?"

Quentin said, "Of course not. After the blood transfusion, we need to see her reaction. If she can adapt, we'll continue."

Isabella's eyes widened. "You mean?"

Quentin suddenly tightened his grip on her hands and knelt on the ground. "If she can adapt, we need to exchange your blood with hers."

Isabella was stunned. Then, she forcefully pulled her hands back and pushed Quentin away. "I get it. You want me to risk my life to save Lova?"

Quentin nodded.

Isabella wanted to slap Quentin but held back, clenching her fists. "You're despicable. I won't agree!"

Quentin wasn't surprised and said calmly, "But Bella, you've already signed the surgery consent form. How can you go back on your word?"

Isabella thought he was crazy. "When did I sign a surgery consent form?"

Quentin rose, went to a cabinet, retrieved a piece of paper from a drawer, and handed it to Isabella. "Check this out."

Isabella suspiciously took it. It was indeed a surgery consent form. The first page was full of details, and on the last page, there was a prominent signature.

When Isabella saw the signature, she was shocked. "You!"

It was indeed her name and her handwriting; every stroke was hers. But Isabella didn't remember signing it. Was it when she was unguarded, hypnotized by Quentin, and signed it unconsciously?

"You signed this yourself," Quentin said, "So, Bella, even if you regret it now, it's useless."

Outside the window, the sound of a helicopter suddenly came. The rotor blades cut through the air; the helicopter slowly approached from afar, eventually hovering above the rooftop for a moment before gently descending onto the lawn outside the window.

Quentin looked at his watch and said, "It's time, Bella. We need to go."

Isabella was stunned for a moment. When Quentin walked towards her, she suddenly tore the document into several pieces. She tore off the part with her signature, shredded it, ran to the window, and threw it out.

The wind scattered the fragments, and they quickly disappeared.

Quentin merely observed without any attempt to intervene; instead, he calmly stated, "What you just tore up was only a copy."

Isabella froze.

Quentin slowly walked over. "If you want to tear it, I can give you the original. But Isabella, even if you tear the original, I have many ways to make you sign more originals!"

"You're shameless!" Isabella was trembling with anger. She raised her left hand and slapped Quentin.

His eyes narrowed, and he precisely grabbed her wrist.

Isabella's hand was suspended in mid-air. Quentin pulled her over, and before she could steady herself, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck.

Isabella stiffened, her wide eyes gradually losing their light. In a few seconds, she lost consciousness and fainted in Quentin's arms.