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

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 never

well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches as

the boss from the past, there was still

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 for Isabel. The hardships she had endured in the past

relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she could depend on her brothers

wrist, where a bright red mark

fragile, with a touch

stay back and protect your friend. Leave the rest to

to keep fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared

What if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby, ready

five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

plan to deal

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 said, narrowing her eyes.

before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he? Why does he call you 'boss'? You two seem

an old

A friend this handsome? How come I've never

friends I don't

left

not what I

Isabel raised

noting how his looks could easily stop any

be honest, are

nearly choked on her own spit

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 your personality changed drastically and you

stared at Yvette in

Isabel muttered, turning to look

are you