Drakon of The Seven Armies – Chapter 1238

Isaac frowned. He hastened his footsteps and hurried into the building. He went past the waiting room and arrived at a small office in the back where two uniformed men stood in the center.

Margaret was sitting on the chair on the left. Her wrists were cuffed, and her hair was a huge mess. Her winter coat was also torn on her shoulders, and there was a huge red handprint on her face.

Standing opposite her was a woman in her mid-50s. She was in designer workout clothing and had a head of bright red, fiery hair. She had a fanny pack slung over her shoulders.

Isaac was quick to realize that the redhead woman wasn't handcuffed. It was clear, especially with her red manicure, that she wasn't restrained in any way at all. Her hair just looked slightly messy, and that was it.

"You bitch! How dare you scream in here? Did you think we would stay quiet?!" The uniformed man on the left didn't notice that Isaac had arrived.