CHAPTER 605: CHAPTER 605: FIRST TIME USING SMASHING PEOPLE WITHOUT EXPERIENCE

This doesn’t seem like Alexander Parker’s doing.

This looks more like Austin Winters’ doing!

She doesn’t believe Alexander would kidnap her, let Rose Parker and her daughter torment her. He might bite her and bully her personally, but if anyone else touches her, he would fly into a rage.

If Austin Winters is the one who kidnapped her, it would make sense!

Isabella Weaver shivered as she was pushed into the bathroom by Rose Parker.

The toilet was already out of order, and Isabella had no intention of using it.

With great effort, she untied the ropes, hid behind the bathroom door, and quietly waited for Rose.

"Little brat, get out here quickly! You’ve been in there so long, are you up to some mischief?"

Rose Parker was disgusted by the smell and didn’t come in; she waited outside, knowing the bathroom was surrounded by walls with no windows, so she didn’t need to worry about Isabella climbing out and escaping.

But she waited and waited without seeing Isabella, growing impatient, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Isabella swiftly looped the rope around her neck, then pulled hard. Rose Parker fell to the ground with a thud, frantically trying to pull the rope from her neck, but the more she pulled, the tighter it became, and her face quickly turned purplish-red. She couldn’t even cry out for help!

Soon, she fainted from lack of oxygen.

Isabella walked over with a pale face to check her breathing; fortunately, she wasn’t dead.

She untied the rope, bound Rose, and fished out her phone. After trying several passwords, she quickly succeeded—the password was a combination of Ella Weaver and Alexander Parker’s birthdays.

She dialed Harry Hunter, but unexpectedly, the phone’s prompt indicated it was out of service! Couldn’t make the call!

She could only call the police, which went through despite the phone being out of service.

After hanging up, she started undressing Rose Parker.

She had only taken off her top when Rose groggily awoke, seeing Isabella undressing her, she raised her hand to hit, only to find her hand was bound!

"You little brat, you..."

"Slap!"

Isabella slapped her across the face, removing her own soaked clothes and changing into Rose’s.

Then, she began to remove her pants.

Rose struggled and cursed, getting slapped twice more in the face.

Isabella’s hand was red from hitting, her voice chilling: "Retribution comes quickly, Rose! Pity I don’t have ice water to pour over your head, but how about feces instead?"

"Go to hell! My daughter will be back soon! Help! Anyone!"

Isabella swiftly covered her mouth, stuffing clothing into it to prevent her from shouting.

She changed into Rose’s pants, walked around the bathroom, and pulled off the toilet seat, with a "crack," smashing it onto Rose’s head.

"Hmm? Not knocked out?"

The toilet seat broke into pieces, but Rose was still struggling, trying to loosen the ropes.

Isabella then pulled off the toilet lid and, with another "crack," smashed it again.

"Hmm? Still not knocked out?"

Isabella tossed the toilet lid aside. Such poor quality, not sturdy at all!

She grabbed the tank lid, hefted it—it felt heavy, resembling a brick!

This should knock her out, right?

Rose looked at Isabella walking toward her in terror, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound, watching helplessly as the brick-like tank lid smashed onto her head!

Excruciating pain hit! Rose saw stars!

"Oh, sorry, first time using this to hit someone, didn’t gauge the strength right. I actually wanted to knock you out."

Then, her head suffered another blow!

"Oh, apologies, missed the mark! Don’t move around, or what if I hit your eyeball?"