Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1777

Betty stood there, completely flabbergasted by what was happening in front of her.

Isaac, who stood a solid six feet tall, seemed like nothing but a ragdoll when facing Fiona.

"You!"

Isaac was in total disbelief that a young woman had just tossed him aside like it was nothing. He jumped back up and lunged at Fiona again, but she easily sidestepped him each time, handling him with just one hand like it was no big deal.

Fiona wasn't even breaking a sweat, playing with Isaac like a cat with a mouse, showing restraint at every step.

This only bruised Isaac's ego further.

In a final, desperate move, Isaac tried to stab Fiona with a knife, but she swiftly knocked it out of his hand and pinned him down with a well-practiced move.

"Mr. Deston, you’ve still got a chance to turn yourself in," Fiona said, her grip iron-clad, forcing Isaac to his knees.

"If you don't, I'll keep at it until you do."

"You!"

Isaac gritted his teeth through the pain.

Betty quickly chimed in, "Fiona, he's my dad. There must be some reason he did this! He's always said he likes you and wants us to be friends. He even invited you over a bunch of times—"

"He just wanted to use you to get to me and carry out his plan," Fiona cut her off, glancing down at Isaac. "Mr. Deston, using your daughter? That's low. My mom always said real parents think ahead for their kids. You're not fit to be a father."

With that, Fiona pulled out her phone.

Her godfather had no clue she’d secretly kept a spare.

Someone special had given her that one.