Meanwhile, at the Vinton family estate.
Isabella Lancaster and Anna Vinton were locked away. Their phones had been confiscated, the internet was cut, and their only contact with the outside world was the three meals delivered like clockwork each day.
Anna felt like she was losing her mind.
But Isabella was always one step ahead. Before arriving in the United Realmon States, she had made her preparations.
They had taken her primary phone, but she had kept a hidden one tucked away.
After ending a hushed phone call, she lowered the device.
She gripped the phone tight, a dark, calculating glint in her eyes.
A long moment passed before a venomous smile twisted her lips. She crept over to the heavy wooden door and rapped her knuckles against it.
"Anna! Anna!"
Though they were locked in separate rooms, the walls were thin enough that raising her voice carried the sound straight into the adjacent suite.
But throughout their confinement, Anna had been stewing in her fury.
Anna was convinced that everything she was suffering was entirely Isabella's fault.
She had zero desire to entertain the woman.
Up until now, she had completely ignored Isabella's existence.
Even hearing her name being called out right now, Anna had no intention of responding.
Usually, Isabella would try a couple of times, realize she was being ignored, and give up. But this time, she was relentless, calling her name over and over.
It grated on Anna's last nerve.
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