Chapter 367 Eye of Hell
Isabella's face darkened, her tone icy. "You were there when Delmar took Kennedy, but you didn't stop him. Did you know Delmar was coming all along? Did you cover for him and just watch as he took Kennedy away?"
"Yes."
Hearing this answer, Isabella was so angry she actually laughed.
She let go.
Cecilia slid to the ground. Her eyes had just regained clarity when, in the next second, Isabella grabbed her entire body, lifted her up, and threw her out. She crashed into the tables and chairs nearby.
The intense pain almost brought tears to Cecilia's eyes.
She looked at Isabella in terror, crying out, "Isabella, what are you doing?"
Cecilia had no idea she'd been hypnotized. She had no idea she'd just spilled everything. She just felt pain all over her body, and her head hurt too.
Isabella stared at her coldly. "What did Delmar give you? What made you willing to cover for him? To let him in and let him take Kennedy away?"
Cecilia froze, her face instantly turning pale.
How did Isabella know all this?
Just then, Isabella's phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number.
She stopped looking at Cecilia and answered the phone.
"Isabella, Kennedy is with me." In a suite at the Skyline Hotel, Delmar smiled smugly. "If you want her to stay alive, you'd better come find me right now."
Isabella frowned. "Delmar, what the hell do you want?!"
"What do I want?" Delmar smirked. "You'll find out when you get here."
"Room 1801. I'm giving you forty minutes. If you don't come, I'll play Kennedy to death."
After threatening her with these words, Delmar hung up.
Kennedy sat on the floor nearby, her hands and feet tied, a cloth stuffed in her mouth.
Besides Delmar, there was a middle-aged man in a black robe in the room.
Delmar hung up and looked at the middle-aged man with a flattering smile. "Wyatt, I bet she'll be here soon."
Hearing the name "Wyatt," Kennedy looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.
This was Wyatt Hunt?
Wyatt was a somewhat famous hypnotist in the Northern Ice Empire.
Supposedly, Wyatt's specialty was mind manipulation technique.
Kennedy frowned. She hadn't expected Delmar to want to use mind manipulation technique on Isabella, and to specifically bring Wyatt to help him!
Although Kennedy didn't understand mind manipulation technique, she'd heard that there was a type that could make someone's mind sink, willingly becoming someone else's puppet or plaything. Once under this mind manipulation technique, they would obey a specific person for a long time, doing whatever they were told without resistance, only trying to please them.
How long this state lasted depended on the hypnotist's ability. The stronger they were, the longer the effect could last—even several months.
Because its effects were lasting, few people had mastered it, and it required considerable energy from the hypnotist.
If Isabella really came later and fell under Wyatt's mind manipulation technique, the consequences would be unthinkable!
Thinking of this, Kennedy began to struggle.
Delmar walked over and pulled the cloth from Kennedy's mouth, looking down at her. "Want to talk? I'll let you."
"Delmar, you can't do this!" Kennedy shouted.
"Why not?" Delmar sneered. "I really don't get it. I've got status, I've got looks—why does Isabella look down on me so much?"
"She's pretty, sure, but she's way too stuck-up. What am I supposed to do with her? I had to get Wyatt to help me deal with her."
"Don't worry." Delmar bent down, grabbing Kennedy's chin with one hand. "I won't kill her. Once I've had my fun, I'll let her go."
His gaze roamed over Kennedy's face as he smiled darkly. "Of course, you won't be left out either."
"You can watch from the side as Isabella acts like a bitch, doing whatever I tell her."
After saying this, Delmar stuffed the cloth back into Kennedy's mouth and said in a low voice, "Alright, enough talking. I'm going to take a shower."
He stood up and looked at Wyatt. "Wyatt, I'll be counting on you in a bit."
This wasn't his first time working with Wyatt. He had complete confidence in Wyatt's abilities.
Wyatt said nothing.
Delmar happily walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
——
Isabella arrived at the Skyline Hotel.
Getting out of the elevator on the 18th floor, Isabella's gaze went straight to the room at the far end.
After just a few steps, she suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing, a cold glint flashing in them.
There was a Mind Enchantment Formation.
A Mind Enchantment Formation was a type of setup created by hypnotists. Regular people couldn't see it, but hypnotists could.
Isabella could even guess what type of Mind Enchantment Formation it was.
She was still about ten meters away from the door to room 1801.
The Mind Enchantment Formation should be inside that room.
Isabella's eyes darkened slightly as she walked toward room 1801.
Inside the room, Delmar had already finished his shower and come out. His bathrobe hung loosely on him—he hadn't even bothered to put on underwear.
"She's here."
Hearing footsteps, Wyatt reminded him.
The moment Isabella stepped out of the elevator, he'd heard it.
Isabella's footsteps approached. Wyatt watched the closed door, his eyes experienced and deep.
Wyatt heard the figure speed up, instantly moving from seven or eight meters away to right outside the room door.
Wyatt's eyes tightened.
The next second—
A loud crash!
Isabella kicked the door open with one foot. The thick door panel shattered into pieces, fragments flying everywhere.
Isabella stood in the doorway, her face cold and clear in the backlight.
Though Wyatt was surprised by Isabella's strength and speed, seeing that Isabella had entered the Mind Enchantment Formation he'd set up, he narrowed his eyes and was about to use his mind manipulation technique—
The next second, he saw Isabella's eyes transform into the familiar obsidian color he knew.
Even the whites of her eyes were completely covered in black, with what seemed like a faint blood-colored mist swirling inside, making one's hair stand on end.
Like an abyss, like the night, like the eyes of hell.
"You...!"
Wyatt was shocked.
Before he could finish speaking—
His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground.
Delmar froze.
Before he could understand what had happened, he saw Wyatt fall directly to the ground, looking like he'd died with his eyes open, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth onto the floor.
Delmar was so frightened by this scene that he backed up several steps, looking at Isabella in terror. "What did you do to him?"
Isabella's eyes were still covered in black, the blood-colored mist swirling at the corners. Just looking at her eyes, Delmar felt wrapped in a deathly aura, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"You're a hypnotist?" Delmar couldn't believe it, his eyes full of terror.
Eyes like that could only belong to a hypnotist—they had to be a hypnotist's.
He never expected it.
Isabella was a hypnotist!
How was this possible?