Chapter 148

Robert's gaze was icy as he stared at Isabelle, his tone laced with unmistakable pressure. "The only way to save yourself now is to get facial surgery. New look, new life—we'll figure the rest out later." Isabelle turned ghostly pale. Every fiber of her being rejected the idea. She knew all too well how dangerous facial surgery could be—one mistake and it'd be game over. "No! I'd rather die than go through with that!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, body trembling from rage and fear. Surprisingly, Robert didn't snap. Instead, he chuckled lightly, nodded, and said, "Alright, sure. I'll respect your decision. As long as you keep helping me deal with Charles and Stella, I'll keep you safe." Isabelle was torn. She didn't trust him one bit, but she had no options. In that moment, she could only follow his lead. He led her to a room within the mansion. The second she stepped in, the stench hit her like a punch. Before she could react, something scalding poured straight down from above. "Aahh