Eloise was startled: "What do you mean?"
"Is that so surprising?" Lysander chuckled. "Don't you know how many people hate him so much they've tried to hire someone to kill him? You couldn't count them all." Eloise widened her eyes. Although she had entertained such thoughts before, they had always been fleeting, passing through her mind only in moments of anger.
However, recalling the long, deep scar across Isidore's chest, she realized Lysander's words weren't empty. She pressed on, "What do you know?" Lysander stared at her for two seconds. "Tonight, at the amusement park's grand opening, someone has set an ambush on the road Isidore will pass. If they succeed, the reward is 20 million; if they fail, they still get a 5 million deposit."
Eloise leapt to her feet in shock. She didn't have time to ask where Lysander got his information from and rushed out the door. "You don't intend to warn him, do you?" Lysander said sternly. "Elly, don't get involved."
Isidore had already left the tennis court. Eloise thought for a moment. Since the assassination was set to happen on the road, she would have to warn him before he left for the amusement park. But where was he now?
She pulled out her phone and tried calling Isidore, but the line was busy twice. Considering the last look she had caught of his face, he seemed angry. Was he upset with her? "Damn it, petty fool!" Eloise stomped her foot in frustration and sent him a message to warn him.
She waited for a long time with no response, unsure whether he'd read her message and chosen not to reply, or if he hadn't read it at all.
She ran back to the lounge, grabbing Lysander by the collar. "What's Isidore's schedule before he heads to the amusement park? If you know, tell me!" Lysander was taken aback by her shout, his lips pressing into a thin line. "He should be in the conference hall upstairs at the City Hall."
"You really plan to go?" Before he could finish his sentence, Eloise took the car keys from his pocket and was already running, her figure disappearing quickly.
The car stopped in front of the City Hall, where a line of guards stood at the main entrance. Without a second glance, Eloise rushed forward, only to be stopped. She shouted, "Why are you stopping me? I need to go in and find someone!"
"Do you have an appointment?" the tallest and strongest guard asked helplessly, using a single finger to lift Eloise as if she were a little chick. Eloise flailed in mid-air, her face turning red with anger. "Let go of me! I'm looking for Isidore! And what's with this position? You're looking down on me too much!"
The person who came to check was Charlie. Seeing the scene before him, he gestured for the guards to release her immediately. Eloise rushed over, asking, "Where is Isidore? I need to speak with him." Charlie forced a dry laugh. "The boss said he doesn't want to see you today..."
"Huh?" A surge of anger shot straight to her head. So he was throwing a tantrum—of all times to do it! Eloise rolled her eyes, looked around, and dragged Charlie into a corner. "Someone is trying to kill Isidore on the road to the amusement park."
"Oh," Charlie said, his face showing no surprise. "How do you know?" Eloise paused for a moment. "Uh, I have a well-informed friend." Charlie nodded, indicating he understood. Eloise wondered why he didn't seem the least bit anxious.
He carefully chose his words. "Today is the amusement park's grand opening, and the road isn't blocked. There are a lot of citizens coming and going, so an ordinary person wouldn't dare to be so bold..." Eloise snapped, "Are you saying I'm just making things up?"
"No, no!" Charlie sighed, "I'll tell the boss." Eloise watched him walk inside calmly, but she couldn't shake the feeling. She turned around, decided to go to the back of the building, and started looking for a route to climb in.
Using the skills she had honed before, she really did find a usable route hidden in the bushes. Carefully stepping along the pipes, she climbed to a two-story height and slipped through a half-open window.
Once she steadied herself, she froze. It was a small, enclosed platform. The only door was stuck and wouldn't budge. The open railing on the other side offered a view of the hall below, but the distance was too high. From up here, the people below looked like tiny, dark heads. She felt like a ghost floating above their heads!
Now, she was stuck—unable to go down or get out. Eloise's head was spinning as she scanned the crowd for Isidore. Luckily, he stood out. Sitting in the center of the front row, even from this distance, she could spot him with ease. The real problem now was how to catch his attention.
The person on stage was delivering an important speech, and out of courtesy, Isidore had to maintain an attentive, listening posture.
Eloise came up with an idea. While keeping her eyes fixed on his every move, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed his number.The call connected, and from a distance, she saw the slightly blurred figure raise a hand carelessly, staring at the flickering phone screen without making any move.
Eloise, fuming, pressed the end call button. The moment Isidore lifted his head, she jumped up and waved energetically. He clearly saw her, but his gaze lingered for only a second before quickly shifting away. Even from such a distance, she could feel the coldness on his face!
What's that supposed to mean? Eloise repeated the same action twice, but eventually, he didn't even bother to glance at her, letting the screen flash without a second look. Eloise was so angry she almost threw her phone. "Serves you right if someone kills you!"
She made up her mind to try one last time. This time... she was going all in! As she pressed "End Call" once more, she caught the moment Isidore raised his head, and in that instant, she swiftly lifted the sweatshirt from her upper body.
Eloise had a large chest, so when she worked out, she often wore one-piece tops similar to a sports bra, as separate pieces were prone to wobbling and inconvenient during movement. So, when she lifted her top, her bare upper body was exposed, with her soft, plump chest showing up in the air.
She paid no heed to the possibility of being seen by others, her focus entirely on Isidore's reaction. Fearing that he might be too far to see clearly, a sudden impulse took hold of her, and she decisively removed her clothes entirely. Even from a distance, one could see the snow-white expanse of her neck and shoulders rising and falling, accentuating the two pink points on her chest that stood out unmistakably.
Isidore's gaze was so keen; he must have seen it, for his head remained fixed in that direction, without turning away. However, Eloise's intent was not to attract his gaze, but to summon him over. With a determined heart, she approached the railing, reached beneath her skirt to retrieve her underwear, then placed a foot on the rail, fully displaying the view beneath her skirt to him.
Even if he couldn't see clearly, he would know exactly what she was doing. Now he would definitely come over, right? Stop acting aloof in such an urgent situation!
Isidore shifted his body slightly and stood up. Eloise's heart leaped with joy, but to her surprise, he walked leisurely to the front of the platform—apparently, he intended to speak. His deep yet clear voice echoed from the far side of the hall. Eloise crouched down, hugging her knees, burying her flushed face in her arms.
Forget it! If he wanted to rush to the afterlife, so be it! Eloise screamed in anger and shame, not noticing the footsteps approaching and the low growl of "What on earth are you doing?" The closed door opened, and Isidore's tall, shadowed figure appeared behind it.
With a startled cry, Eloise was pulled by the arm and pressed against the wall of the deserted corridor, her gaze meeting a pair of deep, penetrating eyes. Her upper body was still bare, her perky, naked breasts pressed against his dark blue suit.
"Didn't you go with someone else?" Isidore gripped tightly, pressing down as he spoke. "What does this mean!"
