C19 ISABELLA'S POV

ISABELLA'S POV

I stood in the grand foyer, my patience wearing thin. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It was already past five, and I was running out of time. I inhaled sharply, gripping my bag as I turned to the bodyguards who lingered near the door like silent statues.

“I’m leaving,” I said, my voice firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument. “And don’t you dare stop me