After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 138

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."

the kidnappers wasted no

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

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never know

recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches as

from the past, there

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 he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry

relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she

her wrist, where a bright red mark

almost fragile, with a touch more femininity

your friend. Leave the rest

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

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

minutes, Beowulf had easily taken care of the

how do you plan to deal with

doing something like this. Let's take them to the police and

before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is

old friend

How come I've never heard you

friends

left Yvette

that's not

Isabel raised

shot another glance at Beowulf, noting how his looks could easily stop any

be honest, are you

on her own spit at Yvette's

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

stared at Yvette

breath on you," Isabel muttered,

are you

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