Outside the estate, a sleek black limousine waited beside a private runway.
Moments later...
A polished black private jet stood ready with its engines quietly humming beneath the evening sky.
A uniformed attendant greeted Isabella respectfully.
"Flight plan confirmed, ma'am?"
She nodded without hesitation.
Inside the luxurious cabin, she settled into a leather seat beside the window.
The mansion slowly disappeared in the distance.
She poured herself a glass of whiskey.
For several seconds...
She simply watched Victor's estate fade beneath the clouds.
Then she unlocked her encrypted phone.
One secure call connected instantly.
Her voice remained perfectly calm.
"Blacklist his name globally."
A brief silence followed.
She looked at her own reflection in the aircraft window before finishing her order.
"Make him a ghost."
Within minutes...
Executives, investors, financial institutions, and international partners began receiving confidential directives.
Meetings were canceled.
Accounts were suspended.
Business contracts disappeared.
Invitations vanished.
Phone calls stopped being answered.
The empire Victor had spent decades building didn't collapse because someone attacked it.
It collapsed because the one woman he underestimated quietly walked away...
And never looked back.