Chapter 821: Dark Blaze

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Yves King touched his nose and cheerfully helped pick up the sketchbook, handing it to her. Feeling the cold fingers, like cool beads of snow rolling through the palm, chilling to the core, a small note was already in the center of his hand.

The sketchbook flew into Isabella's fingers, and her lips, soft as poppy petals, breathed out a "Thank you," before she turned away without a second glance at Yves King and the others, tossed the sketchbook casually on the shelf, and left, surrounded by a cold aura.

"Daddy, that lady is like the snow on the Alps. So cold, but so beautiful," Maeve said, looking at the beautiful, frosty Isabella.

Yves King was speechless, his little girl truly had keen perception, smart as ice and snow. Pinching the note in his hand, he glanced at it. A gush of old blood nearly burst out, and he broke into a cold sweat. The note read: "Waiting for you in the car tonight." What did she want to do?