CHAPTER 13

In front of the dressing table after making up her hair, Isabella hurriedly went downstairs, should be for the arrival of that person today to start making preparations, and I just looked at her with confusion. It was all fake, not real. At first, Isabella went to the kitchen, then she went from the kitchen to the living room in a hurry, but with a cleaver in her hand, and when she arrived in the living room, Isabella put the chopper on the sofa and went back to the second floor, this time to her parents' room on the second floor, and I followed behind her all the way. As soon as Isabella entered the room, she stopped in front of a chest of drawers. And I waited for her at the door, and when I saw her, she still didn't move. I followed up to see what happened to Isabella. I saw Isabella looking at a revolver in the chest of drawers with a perplexed expression. As if she was making a decision, she finally brought the pistol with her. It was a Colt 1860 revolver, but the difference was