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."

no more time and rushed toward Isabel

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 throw.

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I

bad! You're recovering well!" Beowulf called

to the boss from the past,

that version of the boss had been through grueling, inhuman training-climbing snow-covered mountains, crossing endless grasslands, and surviving harsh wilderness. That's how she built the kind of strength she had. As

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

Beowulf turned to see her wrist,

boss now seemed almost fragile, with a touch more

protect your friend. Leave the rest

fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared to the life-threatening injuries she had endured

sense. Protecting Yvette was the priority. What if there were more kidnappers

just five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

how do you plan

to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their lives behind bars,"

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

old friend

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

you have friends I don't

words left

that's not

Isabel

Beowulf, noting how his looks could easily stop any passerby

honest, are

nearly choked on her own

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 be stuck on Kaleb all these years?" "Maybe it's because of Kaleb that you gave up on yourself, so

stared at

you," Isabel muttered, turning to look at

you doing