This was all thanks to Zoe Lewis's intelligence. She was thoroughly familiar with the Lewis Family's security measures and came well-prepared, easily taking those people down.
The third vase was finally adorned with flowers. Isabella Weaver fiddled with it casually, then grinned at the displeased Cherry Lewis, "Miss Lewis, aren't you going to invite me to have a look upstairs? You've seen the whole Hunter Family house, so what's the harm in me taking a look at yours? Don't be so stingy!"
Cherry Lewis was trembling all over, so much so that she couldn't even feel the pain on her face. She rushed over, wanting to scratch Isabella Weaver's face, but Grace Watt blocked her firmly, not letting her touch a single hair on Isabella's head!
"Oh, you still want to hit me? Look at my head, all bruised and swollen like an old man with a long life, ugly and painful!"
Isabella Weaver touched her forehead; it was still painful now, but at least it wasn't swollen and unsightly anymore.
