Had he predicted it?

Did she just walk into his trap?

No, she had to escape. If he managed to get his hands on her, he would never let her go. With this in mind, Camila stepped on the gas pedal.

There was a grinding noise coming from the tires as they rubbed against the pavement, and a cloud of black smoke rose from the area. Unfortunately, her plan backfired, and her car was dragged backward.

Soon, the tires sent off an odour that was too strong for her to ignore.

She almost puked because of how bad it smelled.

Isaac scoffed as he watched Camila. He muttered, "You still want to escape, huh? Go flatten her tires, Wynter."

This way, she would be forced to admit defeat.

Wynter walked over and ordered her men to deflate her car's tires using the proper equipment.

Camila gaped at him in shock.

She was still reeling from Isaac's discovery of her plan to escape. Now, she was appalled that he would resort to such a wicked method to prevent her from getting away.

Deflating the tires of her car, really?

He was so vicious.

Soon, her car was loaded onto a tow truck.

The driver then began operating the vehicle.

Camila felt her rage rising as she took in her surroundings.

Due to circumstances, she had no choice but to go back to where she came from.

After a while, the tow truck stopped in front of the villa.

Isaac did not urge Camila to come out of the car again.

Since she wanted to run away so badly, then she should just stay in the car forever.

That way, she would not be able to escape again.

“Have our men keep watch on her." Isaac's eyes were gleaming murderously as he spoke. It was not directed at Wynter, though, but at Camila.

“Yes, sir," Wynter replied.

The secretary was very efficient. She immediately got several men to surround the car, trapping Camila inside.

The air in the car became increasingly stale, and steam started coating the windows.