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."

plan set, the kidnappers wasted no more time and rushed toward

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

well!" Beowulf called out,

boss from the past, there was

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

Beowulf thought she was doing just fine. Being too strong and always relying on herself had made life

her wrist,

almost fragile, with a touch more femininity than

stay back and protect your

in her mind, the bruise on her arm

priority. What if there were more

had easily taken care of

do you plan to

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

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

an old friend of

How come I've never

friends I don't

left

that's not

do you mean, then?" Isabel raised an eyebrow, clearly

another glance at Beowulf, noting how his looks could

be honest,

her

rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Your imagination is wild. Maybe you should try 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 be stuck on Kaleb all these years?"

stared at Yvette in

on you," Isabel muttered, turning to

are you doing

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