Chapter 87 It's Time

• *Isadora’s POV*
• I looked around the room anxiously, looking for somewhere easily accessible yet hidden to hide the phone the Russian had given me, since there was no way that it could be hidden on my body with how tight my clothes were.
• As soon as I spotted the large artificial plant by the door, I rushed towards it. My heart wildly pounded against my rib cage and my hands trembled as I pushed the phone inside the pot that held the plant. To my luck, the phone was black and blended perfectly with the fake dirt.