265 Sudden change in aura, dealing with scum personally (2 more updates)

Isaac Shea's breathing was rapid when he first laid eyes on Hannah Johnson leaning against the washstand, her wet hair sticking to her face, unnaturally flushed with redness.

Her breathing unsteady, her gaze blurred.

It was clear she had fallen into a trap.

Isaac Shea's expression turned cold and fierce. What were once beautiful, puppy-dog eyes were now filled with hostility and chill.

But Mr. Grant, now ineffective with his eyesight, saw Isaac approach and immediately extended his hand, grabbing onto one of his legs, "Young Master Shea, save me, please, and call the police for me. This woman is insane..."

"She wants to kill me!"

"She's trying to murder!"

"Let go!" Isaac Shea frowned.

Mr. Grant had finally found his savior; there was no way he would let go easily.

The service staff, frightened by the scene before them, had not yet recovered, only to see the first person who rushed in—handsome and seemingly mild-mannered—suddenly lift his foot.