Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 763 - Seven Hundred And Sixty-three: We Can Always Try

Chapter 763 - Seven Hundred And Sixty-three: We Can Always Try

The third point of view :

Niklaus had never felt as powerless as that moment he saw?Isabella being manhandled right in front of him. The only thing he knew at that moment was that he needed to save Isabella and with the adrenaline running in his veins, he shouted, "Stop it! I remember!"

But even with that, Deborah didn't stop and he had to shout alongside Reina, "Stop it!"

"He says he remembers already!"

That plea finally reached Deborah's ear and she pulled out with a gasp. Slapping Isabella had been a rejuvenating exercise. Over the years, she had kept a watch on Isabella, seeing how she was glamorous and arrogant - the envy stabbed deep into her heart.

Deborah had the money to remove the excessive fat in her body surgically, but what was the use? Every time she stared at the mirror, all she would see was the fat ugly girl who everyone didn't want - even her father. Moreover, her appearance reminded her of her mission so she couldn't erase it like that.

So it felt fulfilling slapping Isabella. It made her feel powerful and on top. Finally, Isabella was below her and she could do whatever she wanted with her.

"So," Deborah finally turned to them, heaving a bit from the small exercise, "Do tell? Since when did you know about my existence?"

Before Niklaus answered, his gaze moved to Isabella. The girl had not shed a single tear throughout the ordeal, however, he could see the madness in her eyes. Deborah was a dead woman once she got out of here.

Isabella's cheeks were so red that there were signs of bleeding beneath her skin. The side of her lips was bruised and there were cuts across her cheek from Deborah's sharp manicured nails.

"I did not know about your existence until moments ago," Niklaus said, making contact with Julie who was making contact with Sakuzi's men sent out to rescue them.

They were trying to identify the type of bomb Deborah used and how to neutralize it without setting it off unintentionally. They could have used snipers but Deborah was smart enough to block every little access to the outside. The windows were barricaded nor could they fire blindly else they hurt innocent people.

At the moment, there were only three ways to get into the house; the entrance door, the backdoor, and the roof. Unfortunately, both entrances were ridden with sensitive bombs, and the door leading out to the roof was lined with one as well.

Deborah was determined to die together with them if her plan didn't go well. On the bright side, they've managed to identify the bomb but they needed time to disarm it. Unfortunately, time isn't what they have.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" Deborah was dumbfounded. Clearly, that was not the answer she desired. She needed to hear it from Niklaus' mouth, him acknowledging the truth of the secret he had been keeping all while.

"I'm not lying? Why should I lie to you?"

"Well, plenty of reasons. But first of all, you wouldn't want that petty secret to destroy the peaceful knowledge you've had with Reina!" She pointed out.

"You talk about handing a letter to me, how sure are you that it reached my hand? I receive thousands of documents and letters every day to review, how sure are you that it wasn't buried with the pile and mistakenly discarded? Have you thought of that possibility? Why didn't you approach me? Why are you trying to make it my and Isabella's fault you failed to fight for your right?" Niklaus scolded her.

The truth is that Deborah had thought of the possibility of the letter never reaching Niklaus but the circumstances leading up to her being fired from her job were too suspicious. Moreover, it was much easier blaming and hating someone for her misfortune than actually acknowledging her shortcomings.

Why hasn't she approached Niklaus? Well, she didn't have the confidence and the letter had been a much better option. Like come on, would Niklaus that a fat, ugly girl was his daughter. The only beautiful feature in her body was her amber eyes and yet it was the same eyes she loathed while staring at herself in the mirror every day.

"Come on, lady," Allen was the one who drew her attention this time, "Trust me when I tell my folks are actually telling the truth because trust me, if they had known about your existence, they would have adopted you right away. They're good at doing that, "He hinted with a smirk at Neon.

For some reason, Neon was not even offended by his comment this time knowing that he was only trying to change the woman's mind.

"No, no, no!" Deborah shook her head frantically, "I see what you're all trying to do here. You're trying to change my mind, make me drop my defenses, and buy time for your men trying to work their way around my bomb!" Deborah sneered, "But trust me, that's not going to work,"

Deborah snatched the gun from one of her men and strode over to Isabella, yanking her hair back and arousing sounds of protest from Pedro and the kids.

"What do you think you're doing, she's your sister?!" He yelled and tried to reach Isabella all to no avail since they were tied up in such a way they were facing apart from each other.

"Sorry, but I wasn't recognized as a family hence I own none of you nothing," Deborah declared, finally losing her mind. She caressed the gun across Isabella's face, "Where should I start? Ruin your pretty face first before putting up an interesting show for your family?"

However, unknown to Deborah, Allen had successfully undone the bind holding him and Ailee. They were used to playing around with such binds in the base.

But then, there was a trace of panic across Ailee's face as she whispered, "Don't do anything stupid, we can't take all eight of them. We're overpowered,"

"But we can always try!" Was Allen's comment before he lunged for Deborah.