Chapter 220 One Million Five Hundred Thousand Dollars, I Can Help You Get Rid of Her
The gunshot incident on the mountain had just stirred up waves on the campus forum when the school shut down all information about it.
The authorities didn't want the impact of this incident to spread, worried it would cause public panic.
The school therefore issued a special warning that no student was allowed to spread the news privately, so no one discussed it anymore.
In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the SAT test.
In her previous life, Isabella hadn't taken the SAT because after that ridiculous incident at the birthday party, Olivia was disgusted with her and thought she was an embarrassment, so she made her take a leave from school and didn't allow her to take the SAT.
But now Olivia wouldn't do that anymore. In fact, the night before the SAT, Olivia even came to school to see her, saying caring things like telling her not to be nervous, to relax, and that no matter the result, she would support her.
Isabella just wanted to laugh when she heard this.
She ignored Olivia and let her play the role of a loving mother all by herself.
Olivia wasn't her mother at all. From the moment Isabella learned this truth, it became even more impossible for her to have any expectations of Olivia. Perhaps she shouldn't have had any expectations from the start. No wonder everything she did was wrong no matter how hard she tried—because it was all fundamentally wrong from the beginning.
Isabella took her admission ticket and pencil case and walked out of the dorm with Violet and the others, heading toward the exam venue.
The sunshine was beautiful, and the trees on campus were lush and green.
Groups of students were lively and cheerful figures. Compared to the pressure of the exam, what people looked forward to was the complete release after the SAT.
So everyone was in high spirits.
"Isabella, are you nervous?" Scarlett asked.
"She's someone who can score 1450, what's there to be nervous about?" Violet teased, glancing at Scarlett. "Scarlett, I remember your scores on the practice tests have been a bit low. Don't you want to get into Cascade College? You'd better do well on this exam."
Hearing this, Scarlett took two deep breaths. "That's right, I'm getting into Cascade College!"
The group said goodbye halfway, as the exam rooms were shuffled and they were all in different buildings.
Violet patted Isabella on the shoulder and said, "Good luck, I'm waiting for your good news."
"Okay." Isabella smiled and turned to walk toward her exam room.
Isabella didn't care at all whether she could score 1450. She carefully completed each test paper, and as for the result, she left it to the graders.
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After the last exam ended, Bianca left the exam room and received a call from a familiar number.
"Ms. Taylor, we've found a suitable hitman."
Bianca clenched her fist. "Are you sure there won't be any problems this time? Better not fail like last time and get my hopes up for nothing!"
"Don't worry, there definitely won't be any problems!" Tate said confidently. "This time we found an S-level assassin team. The leader's name is Sean, and he and his team members are all quite skilled ancient martial arts professionals. With their abilities, killing that girl is a sure thing!"
Hearing this, Bianca was extremely satisfied, and her heart completely relaxed.
An S-level assassin team sounded very impressive.
It seemed Isabella was really going to die this time.
"Ms. Taylor, Wraith Division is coming from Novaria today and will arrive soon. I'll keep you updated."
With that, Tate hung up.
A cold smile appeared on Bianca's lips.
Isabella, this time you're really going to die.
On the other side, just after Tate hung up, he heard Milo say, "Wraith Division is here."
As soon as the words fell, several men in black walked slowly into the private room, heading toward them.
The leader was Sean. His features were actually quite regular, with an imposing bearing. If it weren't for his black clothes, he might have looked like someone from the good side. But everyone in the circle knew that Sean had more blood on his hands than meals he'd eaten.
"Sean, you're finally here." Tate stood up to greet him.
Sean glanced at him and smiled faintly. "Tate, long time no see."
Tate invited the group to sit down and had someone pour water for them.
Sean's team, including himself, consisted of four people. The deputy leader was Lloyd Wallace, a burly man with a fierce face, also not someone to mess with.
"Sean, to be honest, after we took this job, we made one attempt but failed because that girl is also an ancient martial arts professional, and her skills are far above ours. We're no match for her, which is why we asked for your help," Tate said.
Sean's gaze first fell on Tate's left hand in a cast, then on Milo's eye covered with an eye patch, looking somewhat surprised. "Milo's eye, what happened..."
Tate glanced at Milo and sighed, his voice somewhat hoarse and heavy. "It's blind."
He clenched his fist tightly, saying with hatred, "That girl did it."
She was extremely ruthless, directly destroying Milo's eye.
And him too—she broke one of his hands, and Rhys had several ribs broken.
Thinking about this, Tate's eyes reddened with hatred.
Except for that one time when they offended that family they shouldn't have, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?
This grudge must be avenged.
Isabella must die.
Hearing this, Sean was slightly surprised. "There's such a skilled ancient martial arts professional in Lumaria?"
"I didn't expect it either."
Tate said through gritted teeth, "Even if she is an ancient martial arts professional, she must die!"
As for Isabella, all he wanted now was to get rid of her as soon as possible.
But Sean narrowed his eyes, his expression somewhat serious.
Logically speaking, ancient martial arts professionals shouldn't really appear in Lumaria.
Ancient martial arts families were all gathered in Novaria, and ancient martial arts weren't passed on to outsiders, so as long as someone was an ancient martial arts professional, they basically had some connection to ancient martial arts families. If it was just an ordinary ancient martial arts family, that would be fine, but if she had connections to one of those major ancient martial arts families, that would be difficult.
"What are you thinking about?" Tate asked, puzzled, seeing Sean's expression.
Sean pressed his lips together and said frankly, "Tate, I owe you a favor, so I can take the risk to help you eliminate her. But since the other party is an ancient martial arts professional with an unknown background, we're facing huge risks, so the fee you need to pay will be higher."
Hearing this, Tate just sneered. "Sean, if you want to raise the price, you can just say so directly. You don't need to make up these excuses."
He thought Sean was just exaggerating—what risk, what ancient martial arts professional, what unknown background—all just excuses to raise the price.
If he could beat Isabella himself, he wouldn't have asked Sean to do this at all.
Sean knew Tate had always been stubborn and didn't bother reasoning with him, so he said bluntly, "One and a half million dollars, and I can help you eliminate her."
Hearing this, Tate's face changed dramatically. He stood up excitedly. "What? One and a half million dollars?"
"Sean, don't be ridiculous. She's just a high school girl, and you have the nerve to ask me for one and a half million dollars?"
He admitted that Isabella was indeed difficult to deal with, but no matter how difficult, she wasn't worth one and a half million dollars.