世界上最不安全的人

Chapter 477 - Four Hundred And Seventy-seven: Where Are We Going?

The third point of view:

The scream of a panicking teenager startled the men standing guard at the corridor\'s entrance. They could have stayed right outside the room but it was far easier to sight anymore with a bad intention here. Quickly, they turned around and spotted that girl called Isabella, the one who would be their young master\'s wife in the future.

"What is it?" One of them managed to ask.

"Something is wrong with Julie, you have to come with me!" She cried out.

The men didn\'t need to be told twice and hurried into the private ward without noticing the way Isabella had slowly fallen. If anything happens to the young master, his grandfather would have their head served on a platter of gold - they were as good as gone.

Breathless as they rushed into the room, the men went over to the bed and pulled down the cover that Julie must have used to cover his face. Why, though? They didn\'t have time to think about it.

"Huh, where is the young master?" One of them blanched when he saw the well-organized bed made to look like a man had been lying on it.

"Fuck!" The other one realized they had fallen into a trap, but it was too late to realize it.

Isabella sprang out from nowhere and before they could react, she brought out a pepper spray and sprayed both of them with quick, deft moves.

Both men howled from the pain, but Isabella wasn\'t through knowing they could recover quickly from this and pose a threat to their plan. Isabella wasn\'t a fool to think she could take down two grown skilled men all by herself. But she had a headstart - the trust they had in her and the element of surprise.

Instantly, she kneeled the other in the spot where the sun never shines before ramming him in the guts with a blow and finally kicked him in the face which sent the man rolling to the ground and moaning in pain. Man down.

However, the other man was much smarter than his partner. He moved before Isabella could comprehend him and notwithstanding the fact his sense of sight was cut off, he was able to locate Isabella, and pushed her hard such that she fell on the bed.

Isabella couldn\'t move away on time, the man pinned her down with his weight. She grunted and shoved but the guard was quite knowledgeable and didn\'t leave a weak spot for her to exploit.

Isabella knew she was at a huge disadvantage here and at this spot he could knock her out easily, but what could she do? She couldn\'t even move a muscle in this position. Isabella put her brain into work, she had to think hard.

And she came up with one.

Instantly, she wrapped her legs around him and said through ragged breathing, "I wonder what your young master would think if he catches us in this questioning position," She grinned.

"Huh?" The man looked down.

And that was it.

She struck by punching him right in the face. The man yelped but before he was able to compose himself, Isabella pulled him in a submission hold. She wrapped her arms around the man\'s neck and squeezed tight, intending to knock him out.

However, as much as Isabella was currently in control, strength played much of a role in this fight and Isabella was nowhere as strong as him. Everyone knows the human body needs air. It needs blood to flow to the brain. And When these things aren\'t happening, panic sets in.

Hence the man gripped Isabella on the waist and lifted her, indirectly giving her two options: to hold on tight to him and suffer the impact of being knocked against the bed or let go and try to subdue him once again. But Isabella didn\'t let go, she knew it would be hard to get a grip like this again.

Her teeth rattled when the man smacked her against the bed but she held on, it was just minutes and he would be out cold - which was why he was fighting hard like a wounded beast. An animal whose feral instincts kicked in realizing he was in danger.

He whacked her a second time and this time the force almost made Isabella slip but she held on tight, increasing the pressure on his neck. No, she had to hold on, or else all of her efforts were for nothing. But then, she wasn\'t in luck today.

The man pulled her up the third time and knocked her against the bed; Isabella was exhausted. She involuntarily released him and the man pounced on her, trying to choke her. Isabella struggled but he was much bigger and angrier. And just when she thought it was over, he got knocked out from behind and fell to the side.

Chest heaving and throat dry, Isabella turned to see who saved her and her heart almost burst from her chest, "Pedro?" She was highly surprised.

"You\'re welcome," He winked at her, tossing away the Iv stand he had hit the man with.

"I could have handled that," Isabella claimed, rising on her feet as she stared over the unconscious man before knocking out the other guard who tried to feel his way out.

"You sure could," there was a trace of sarcasm in his tone yet Pedro reached out and pulled her to him by the waist, silencing the argument she was about to establish with a kiss.

Isabella didn\'t have time to complain since her clever boyfriend kissed her and damn, he was a good kisser - seems all of her teachings finally paid off.

"Do I always have to remind you two that we\'re out of time here," Julie winced when he saw them kissing again. Don\'t they ever get tired?

"Fine, let\'s go," Isabella pulled away, but not without smooching him once more on the lips, "Goodboy," she broke into a smile.

Thankfully, Anabelle had woken up by the time they arrived in the room and that made escaping so much easier, plus the fact it was now late at night - there weren\'t many people around to question them.

They didn\'t go through the entrance - there was a possibility of running into someone that knew them - rather went to the hospital\'s basement lot.

"Tell me someone has a key," Anabelle groaned, she was tired of walking.

"That someone is me," Isabella waved the key she had recovered from one of the guard\'s pockets.

"I could really kiss you right now," Pedro was proud of her.

"No!"

"Eww!"

Julie and Anabelle protested at the same time.

"By the way, where are we going? I could suggest a place where they would never find us," Julie asked her.

"No, I know a special place,"

"Where,"

"The place where it all began,"