The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 402

402.Chapter 402

Isabelle was stunned instantly upon hearing those words.

Step by step, she retreated toward the mouth of the alley, her voice trembling as she asked, “W What do you mean? Didn’t you say my father paid you two thousand dollars to escort me back to Hasen City?”

“That’s right, Fletcher did pay us. But he also gave us another order,” the man in black said, his eyes cold as he saw through Isabelle’s movements and began walking toward her.

“What order?” Isabelle asked, her gaze locked on him.

“He said his daughter knows too much. So, Miss Henderson, you’d better keep your mouth shut forever, the man sneered.

As soon as he said that, Isabelle turned and bolted without hesitation.

But she had barely taken a few steps when several figures appeared at the alley’s exit, dressed identically to the man in black. It was clear they were his accomplices.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Isabelle, who couldn’t leave the alley, had to stop.

“Alright, it’s about time. If we drag this out any longer people from the Duke of Noganlul’s estate might catch up, one of the men said.

“Do it,” the leader ordered, and at his command, the group immediately closed in on Isabelle,

But in the next moment, Isabelle suddenly pulled something from her sleeve and swung it forcefully toward them.

In the darkness, she scattered something into the air.

Before these men could react, they clutched their throats, their eyes wide as blood spilled from their mouths. One by one, they collapsed to the ground.

In mere moments, these men died.

“When did you…” he asked.

“Are you asking when I figured it out?” Isabelle asked.

She tightened her grip on the dagger and twisted it mercilessly. A cruel smile played on her lips as she continued, “The moment you sent me that note in my father’s name, you gave yourselves away.

“My father’s never been one to pay for me. He’s only ever sold me out. If he suddenly spent money because of me, it meant he was paying others to kill me, not to save me.

“You are nothing more than pawns my cunning father bought for two thousand dollars. He sent you to test me. If I survived,

meant I still had value. If I died, it meant I was worthless. And such a solution was indeed an idea that a person as insidious and vicious as my father could come up with.”

As Isabelle’s words laid bare the brutal truth, the black–clad man could only die with unwillingness etched across his face. “Clang!” The dagger hit the ground, and Isabelle also nearly collapsed alongside it,