However.
Things quickly went beyond her expectations.
Beyond everyone's expectations.
She saw.
Isabella Lindsey said nothing, directly stepped up, arrived at the blood draw window, sat at the seat there, and pulled up the sleeve of her right arm with her left hand coolly, "Medical staff, draw my blood, test it."
Her voice was calm and composed.
Not a trace of panic could be seen.
However, that infatuated medical staff hid in the back, not daring to come out.
Because Julian Johnsons' devilish figure had already appeared at the window, raising his hand, dragging Isabella away, coldly commanding, "You cannot do this."
"Let go."
Isabella, for the first time, used all her strength to stand firm with him.
Both had deep skills, and for a moment, neither budged an inch.
They remained still.
Even in the air, faint ripples of tension floated.
