Isabelle opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Elijah gave a cold laugh.
"Isabelle, you really are getting bolder and bolder."
After saying that, he pulled Isabelle into his arms.
His movements were rough.
Isabelle felt as if her arm was about to be yanked out of its socket.
She frowned tightly and retorted, "I'm an adult, not your pet. Don't I even have my own freedom?"
Elijah asked coldly, "And this freedom of yours means standing so close to another man?"
"You!" Isabelle was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment.
That man was frightened by Elijah's icy gaze and stumbled back, wanting to turn and leave.
Elijah's eyes moved slightly.
The next second, several wounds suddenly appeared on the man's arm, and blood kept flowing out.
He screamed in pain.
Isabelle's body
