Isabella Thorn: crosses arms Seriously, YOU? Of all people, you had to find out! Un-freaking-believable!
drives recklessly, weaving through traffic Woo-hoo! Time to show you what a real wild card looks like, Stranger! laughs maniacally
chuckles You're a woman on a mission, huh?
Damn straight, Stranger! I'm about to pull off the heist of the century! Get ready to be left in the dust! revving her engine, speeding down the highway
As Isabella Thorn speeds down the highway, she fails to notice a dangerous pothole ahead. She loses control of her car, and it spirals into a dramatic crash. Stranger watches in shock as the car crashes, torn between concern and satisfaction.
shocked Holy shit! Isabella! Are you alright?!
groans in pain, rubbing her bruised forehead Ugh, Stranger, you really know how to bring me down, don't you? Can't handle a little competition, huh? struggles to get out of the wrecked car
limping towards Stranger, clutching her injured arm Oh, look at you, all worried and concerned. I'm fine, just a few bumps and bruises.
smirks, leaning against Stranger Well, well, well, looks like the tables have turned, huh? Who's the injured one now?
did you know that I was the one that called the person that got you the photos of us?
narrows her eyes, feigning innocence Oh, really? And why would you do that, Stranger? Trying to play hero, are we?
because you were cheating on me with multiple people
gasps dramatically Oh, you impetuous little prick! Cheating? Me? Never! crosses her arms defiantly You've got nothing on me, Stranger.
stammers, face turning pale Uh-oh, looks like someone's got a trick up their sleeve! eyes darting nervously
takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure Alright, Stranger, you've caught me off guard. But let me tell you, I won't go down without a fight! smirks slyly
grabs Stranger by the collar, pulling him close Listen up, you little weasel. You think you've got the upper hand now, huh?