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."

wasted no more time

party bent over in pain, she grabbed him with her bare hands and threw him away with an over-the-shoulder throw. "Whoa!" Yvette

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I

not bad! You're recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches

boss from the past, there was still a noticeable

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 he thought about

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

to see her wrist, where a bright red mark

with a touch more

protect your

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

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

minutes, Beowulf had easily taken care

you plan to

this isn't 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,

a quick look before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is

old friend of

A friend this handsome? How come I've

have friends I don't

left Yvette

that's not

Isabel raised an

how his looks could easily stop any

honest, are you

nearly choked on her own spit at

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 your personality changed drastically and you tortured yourself," Yvette said, convinced

stared at

Isabel muttered, turning to

are you