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."

their plan set, the kidnappers wasted no more time and rushed toward Isabel without

in pain, she grabbed

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I

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

boss from the past, there was still a

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 it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry for Isabel. The hardships she had endured in the past were unimaginable. She had to

strong and always relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she could depend on her brothers now and then. "Ouch!" Isabel hissed

wrist, where a bright red mark had

now seemed almost fragile, with a touch

your friend. Leave the rest

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

What if there were

had easily taken care of

how do you plan to deal with

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

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

an old friend

old friend? A friend this handsome? How come I've never

have friends I don't know

left Yvette

not what I

then?" Isabel

his looks could easily stop any

honest, are you

nearly choked on her

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

stared at

you," Isabel muttered, turning to look

you doing