Chapter 897

"Yes, Isabella. I understand," Andre quickly replied. They were almost at the VIP area when Isabella suddenly felt a wave of unease, recalling Wyatt's earlier warning. "You're not only going to face bloodshed this time, but your life will also be in danger." She quickly shook her head, dismissing Wyatt's words with a scoff. The entire Emerald Heights was heavily secured with colleagues on patrol. What could possibly go wrong? Shaking the feeling off, Isabella led Andre next to the VIP. This important figure was an unassuming elderly man with silver hair dressed in a dated suit. He looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies, radiating a friendly and approachable demeanor. However, his eyes were sharp, reflecting both wisdom and the weight of many years. "Mr. Phein, don't worry. I'll make sure to find what you lost," Isabella reassured him with a warm smile, her voice gentle as she spoke. "Alright. Thank you," Albert nodded, his expression kind and grateful. Isabe