After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 138 Does It Hurt?

Having worked as an agent for many years, she could tell at a glance that Xander was referring to these people. "Yve, stay close to me."

"Huh?" Yvette looked at Isabel in confusion. "What's going on?"

At that moment, Isabel had a stern expression on her face, which made Yvette feel somewhat unfamiliar.

She had never seen Isabel look so serious, with an aura of murderous intent.

Filled with confusion, Yvette followed Isabel's gaze and spotted several masked figures heading straight for them.

Her heart skipped a beat. As an ordinary person, when had she ever been in a situation like this?

"I-Isabel, who are they? What do they want?"

"They're Clive's men. They're here for me."

At those words, Yvette's heart raced in panic.

"C-Call the police?"

"It's too late. Stay close to me," Isabel said. She had briefly considered letting Yvette run on her own, but she didn't think Yvette could escape. These people were seasoned professionals, and they wouldn't leave someone like Yvette, an innocent bystander, alone. Keeping Yvette by her side was the safer option.

Just as Isabel was thinking this, a familiar voice suddenly called out.

"Boss, what a coincidence!"

The voice...

Beowulf!

Isabel turned her head, and the moment she saw Beowulf, a wave of relief flooded over her.

As soon as Isabel spotted him, the kidnappers noticed Beowulf as well.

"Move quickly, before things get out of hand."

"What about the man?"

"Take him too."

"Understood."

set, the kidnappers wasted no more

initiative to attack, punching the kidnapper in the side. When the other party bent over in pain, she grabbed him with her bare hands and threw him away with an over-the-shoulder

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I never know

bad! You're recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches as

the boss from the

and surviving harsh wilderness. That's how she built the kind of strength she had. As he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry for Isabel. The hardships she had endured in the past were unimaginable.

Isabel's strength wasn't what it once was, Beowulf thought she was doing just fine. Being too strong and always relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she could depend on her brothers now and then. "Ouch!" Isabel hissed in

this, Beowulf turned to see her wrist, where

with a touch

and protect your

bruise on

made sense. Protecting Yvette was the priority. What if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby,

Beowulf had easily

do you plan to

their first time doing something like this. Let's take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their lives behind bars," Isabel

quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he? Why does he call

old friend of

friend this handsome? How come I've never heard you mention

have friends I

left

not

then?" Isabel raised

noting how his looks could easily stop

be honest,

nearly choked on her own spit at

writing novels. Me, cheating? Does it look like I'm that kind of person? If I were really that open-minded, do you think I'd still

at Yvette in

my breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning

are you doing