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

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

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never know

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

compared to the boss from the past, there

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

Being too 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

Beowulf turned to see her wrist, where a bright red

seemed almost fragile, with a touch

protect your

planned to keep fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was

Protecting Yvette was the priority. What if there were more

had easily

do you plan to deal with

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

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

an old

handsome? How come I've never heard you

you have friends I

left

that's not what

mean, then?" Isabel raised an

Beowulf, noting how his looks could easily

be honest, are you

choked on her

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

at

wasting my breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning to look

you