Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 435

Even though she had the almighty Quincy Family backing her, very few dared approach her for a conversation. After all, she was famously known as The Highcrest Harpy. The last few clueless playboys who tried to hit on her met with tragic, horrifying ends.

Barrett quickly adjusted his expression, pasting on a perfectly tailored smile as he stepped up to her. "Miss Sinclair, a pleasure."

Isabella glanced at him coldly out of the corner of her eye, her crimson lips parting. "What do you want?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. Barrett Lowery, from Cloudhaven. I'm here tonight representing The Osborne Family."

At the word 'Cloudhaven', the temperature in Isabella's eyes plummeted to absolute zero. "You really have a death wish, don't you? Has no one ever told you that the thing that disgusts me most in this world is someone from Cloudhaven?"

"Miss Sinclair, strictly speaking, what you hate isn't Cloudhaven itself, but rather Phoenix Prescott of Cloudhaven," Barrett corrected smoothly, the smile on his face deepening. "What a coincidence. I happen to be disgusted by that woman, too."

Isabella stopped in her tracks, her narrow, stunning eyes narrowing dangerously. "So? What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Since the enemy of my enemy is a friend, I think..." Barrett lowered his voice, a venomous glint flashing behind his glasses. "We might as well throw some extra fuel onto tonight's spectacular fire."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, a bloodthirsty, predatory curve pulling at her red lips. "Interesting. It seems you aren't completely stupid. You saw right through that old fool Duncan's little trick. Fine, I'm in a good mood today. I'll help you add some spice to this party."

She turned her gaze toward the deep darkness beyond the main entrance, enunciating every syllable flawlessly. "I'll make sure every single person here tonight has an... un-for-get-table... evening."

Barrett's smile stiffened slightly. Seeing the crazed, manic gleam in the woman's eyes, his heart gave an inexplicable jolt. Did he provoke the wrong person? Why did it suddenly feel like... this situation was about to spiral entirely out of control?

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