"Isabella!"
She screamed in shock, "How are you here!"
"The air by the cliff in the suburb is fresh, I came to get some air," Isabella casually replied.
"Get some air?"
Bertha Marley suspiciously wondered if the deaths of those bodyguards on the ground were related to her.
But she remembered Sophie Foster had said that Isabella had long lost her martial power, and couldn't be that strong.
However, she also remembered that a few days ago, the people sent to track Isabella had all disappeared without a trace. Is it related to Isabella?
Either way, Bertha Marley was very cautious, trying to get past her, "If you like fresh air, I'll let you have all the air here. Breathe to your heart's content!"
"Wait a minute."
Isabella suddenly raised her hand, a long arm blocking her path, perfectly, just barely, questioning her, "What are you doing here?"
"Do I need to tell you?" Bertha Marley retorted arrogantly, "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for not being polite!"
