Huh? Your new car?
Poor Tony was puzzled.
He then exclaimed, “I’m asking for my stuff back, you thief! If you don’t return it, don’t blame me for being rude!”
Isabelle was about to enter the elevator when Tony reached out to grab her shoulder, but she dodged as if she had eyes in the back of her head.
With a swift side step, Isabelle evaded his hand and delivered a kick. She didn’t use her full strength, but it was enough to make Tony’s eyes bulge out as he clutched his stomach, slowly kneeling to the ground.
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