"Leave? Isabella Harrison, where do you think you're going?"
Isabella Harrison felt a chill in her heart, suddenly lifted her head, and the face that she had not seen for a long time yet completely familiar made her pupils violently tremble.
"You..."
Isabella Harrison was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she involuntarily took two steps backward.
Her just relaxed little face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Hey, are you going through security or not? If not, could you please step aside?"
"Hurry up, I'm running out of time!"
People in line behind her were urging, and Isabella Harrison regained her composure, twisting her wrist trying to break free from Michael Lees's constraint.
"Let go... Let me go!"
Michael Lees's long eyebrows slightly narrowed, the sharpness and coldness in his eyes forcing people to recoil.
The more Isabella Harrison struggled, the tighter Michael's grip became until, losing patience, he yanked Isabella Harrison out forcefully.
"Ah—"
