Chapter 328 Guess Where This Is
The next day, after Isabella finished breakfast, she had Knox take her to the Punishment Hall.
After those three Archer assassins died yesterday, Ollie had been beaten up again. Now he was covered in wounds, chained to the torture rack, his hair disheveled, barely alive.
When Isabella arrived, Kimball walked over and spoke respectfully, "Ms. Powell, what brings you here?"
By now, everyone in the Powell family castle knew that Isabella was Gwyneth's daughter.
Isabella asked him, "Has Ollie given up who's behind this?"
Kimball immediately replied, "I've failed in my duty. Until now, I still haven't gotten him to reveal who the mastermind is. Ollie insists he doesn't know the person who sold him the poison in the black market!"
Isabella said nothing and walked toward the room where Ollie was held.
Kimball followed behind, "Ms. Powell, are you going to interrogate him yourself?"
Isabella nodded.
She stepped directly into the room and walked up to Ollie. At the same time, sensing someone approaching, Ollie struggled to lift his head to look at her.
Seeing it was Isabella, Ollie's scattered consciousness regained some clarity.
"Ms. Powell..." He opened his mouth with difficulty, but didn't know what to say.
Right now, he truly regretted everything.
All along, his prejudice against Isabella had been too strong, causing him to lose his rationality and be used by someone with ulterior motives, ending up in this situation.
Isabella looked at him coldly and asked, "Was this assassination your own idea, or did someone put you up to it?"
Ollie pressed his lips together and said in a hoarse voice, "I admit, at first I did have the idea to assassinate you, which is why I brought in those three Archer assassins. But I never allowed them to shoot arrows at Ms. Gwyneth Powell. I was used. Someone borrowed my hand to try to kill Ms. Gwyneth Powell."
He stared intently at Isabella and continued, "Ms. Isabella Powell, I attempted to assassinate you, so kill me however you want. But if we don't root out the mastermind, not only will Ms. Gwyneth Powell face endless trouble, I won't be able to rest in peace either!"
Isabella's lips curved into a cold smile, "If you're really as loyal to Gwyneth as you claim, then honestly tell me the identity of the person who sold you the poison in the black market."
"I..." Ollie pressed his lips together.
But he truly didn't know.
Isabella took a few steps forward and demanded, "The arrows those Archer assassins shot were poisoned with Viperleaf toxin, and this poison was probably made by the Guest family. Does this have anything to do with the Guest family or not?"
Hearing "the Guest family," Ollie suddenly remembered something.
The Guest family was a family of poison experts.
The Guest family...
Ollie's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted, "I remember now! I remember! It's Milan! It must be Milan!"
Isabella narrowed her eyes at him, "What do you mean?"
"Although I didn't see that person's face clearly, I always felt his voice was familiar. I couldn't remember where I'd heard it before. When you just mentioned the Guest family, I remembered. A week ago, when I was doing some business, I dealt with Milan, and that person in the black market's voice sounded like Milan!"
Hearing this, Isabella frowned slightly, "Are you sure it's Milan?"
"I think that voice was Milan's. The Guest family has been unhappy with Ms. Gwyneth Powell over profit disputes for a long time. The Guest family wanting to go after Ms. Gwyneth Powell isn't something that started just a day or two ago. I happened to go to the black market to buy poison, Milan ran into me, so he set up this whole scheme..." Ollie said.
Isabella nodded. She left the Punishment Hall.
She told Gwyneth this news.
Hearing this, Gwyneth's eyes turned a few degrees colder, "So this matter is indeed related to the Guest family."
The Guest family sure had some nerve now.
Gwyneth directly called Wilmer over and ordered, "Bring Milan here."
Wilmer was slightly shocked, "Ms. Gwyneth Powell, Milan is from the Guest family after all. If we just grab Milan directly, isn't that a bit too bold?"
Most importantly, even if Ollie thought that person's voice sounded like Milan, there was no concrete evidence proving that person was definitely Milan.
Gwyneth laughed, her eyes showing some displeasure, "Too bold? So when the Guest family sent people to shoot arrows at my Powell family people, that wasn't bold?"
If she had been the one injured, it wouldn't matter as much, but Milan hurt Isabella.
She had to make him pay the price. Regardless of whether this matter was related to Thaddeus or not, Milan couldn't act like nothing happened!
Wilmer could see that Gwyneth was determined to get revenge for Isabella, so he said nothing more and went directly to grab the person.
Wilmer was at the master level of ancient martial arts.
Among the seven great families, there weren't many masters at the peak of ancient martial arts - they could be counted on one hand.
The Guest family didn't even have a single ancient martial arts master.
For Wilmer to grab someone from the Guest family's castle was quite easy, and he could do it without anyone noticing.
Isabella watched Wilmer's figure disappear, her eyes gleaming with a bit of cunning as she looked at Gwyneth and asked, "Can I do it myself later?"
Hearing this, Gwyneth raised her eyebrows slightly but agreed quite indulgently.
"However you want to punish him later, it's up to you."
That evening.
The Guest family's castle was completely quiet.
A figure infiltrated in the darkness.
Several guards patrolling in secret silently fell.
Milan was still in his dreams.
Suddenly, he dreamed that a hand grabbed his neck.
He jerked awake and opened his eyes to see a masked face.
A cold chill came toward his neck. Milan's eyes widened, and before he could make a sound, everything went black and he passed out.
Wilmer hoisted Milan up and carried him directly back to the Powell family castle.
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Milan was woken up by a bucket of water being thrown on him.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a torture rack and was stunned for a moment.
He had been sleeping at home, so how could he...
Suddenly, he looked up and saw a masked young woman in front of him. He immediately became alert, "Who are you? Where is this?"
"Guess where this is," Isabella said with a smile.
Milan was stunned.
How could he possibly guess?
This was just a dark, sunless basement.
He had no idea how he ended up here when he opened his eyes.
Milan's expression changed slightly, "What do you want? Let me go now..."
Before he could finish, Isabella slapped him across the face.
Milan was dazed by the slap.
He pinched his palm - if his hands weren't tied to both ends of the torture rack, he would have wanted to slap her back.
"You actually dare to bring me here? And dare to hit me? Do you have a death wish?" Milan's originally handsome face was now full of anger. He glared at the masked Isabella in front of him, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Who's the one with a death wish?"
Isabella slapped Milan hard across the face again.
However, Isabella didn't stop there.
Isabella's slaps kept coming, one after another, hitting Milan's face.
Milan's face quickly swelled up.
Milan's eyes widened - he couldn't believe that Isabella actually dared to treat him this way.