章 745: Chapter Seven Hundred And Forty-five: May The Best Orchestrator Win

The third point of view:

Isabella was fuming with anger, none of them had her? She barely had her hands on Natasha and now, the woman slipped right through her fingers once again? That woman was driving her crazy.

Without second thoughts, Isabella excused herself and went outside to make a call. She called Jean who picked up immediately as if he had been expecting her call.

"Hello," He said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Isabella asked him sternly. 

"The fact that I couldn't kill her, isn't that why you sent me?" He saw through her plan, "You knew I promised never to hurt children and she's pregnant with one," 

"Fine," Isabella admitted being caught at her games, "Fine, where is she? Tell me you have her,"

"Sadly, I don't," 

Isabella rubbed her temple where she felt a throbbing headache, this wasn't funny at all, "You had the upper hand, Jean, you are supposed to have her!"