"Is... is it her?"
Quentin Leopold asked in a panic.
She'd merely mentioned it in passing, could it be...
"Speak!"
Julius Reed asked indifferently, "If I find your words valuable, I might let you off the hook."
On Isabella Warm's face, indeed, there was a beauty mark.
But how could this woman be aware of it?
"Last year, when my father and I went to Thunderpeak Hall to celebrate Granny Xihua's birthday, I saw a woman named Isabella Warm."
Quentin Leopold tried to recall, yet her body shivered nonstop.
Death, oh death!
She was fearless due to her inexperience, and despite her father's strong dissuasion, Quentin Leopold decided to personally lead the team.
She wanted to retrieve the Divine Dragon Tripod and impress upon Crane Roaring Mountain.
But now, she had a concealed weapon aimed at her head.
She was gravely injured.
Trapped with no way out.
"At that time..."
Her throat moved as she gradually became lost in her memories.