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."

no more time and

the initiative to attack, punching the kidnapper in the side. When the other party bent over in pain, she grabbed him

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never know

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

the boss from the past, there was still a noticeable

strength she had. As he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry for Isabel. The hardships she

strong and always relying on herself had made life too hard. It

wrist, where a bright red mark had

now seemed almost fragile, with a touch more

your friend. Leave

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

Yvette was the priority. What if there were

Beowulf had easily taken care of

how do you plan to deal with

something like this. Let's take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest

giving Beowulf a quick look before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he? Why does he

old friend

handsome? How come I've never

you have friends

left Yvette

that's not what I

then?" Isabel raised an eyebrow, clearly

his looks could easily stop any passerby

be honest, are

her own spit

If I were really that open-minded, do you think I'd still be stuck on

at Yvette in

breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning to look at

are you

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