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."

the kidnappers wasted no more

other party bent over in pain, she

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I

well!" Beowulf called

compared to the boss from the past, there was still

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 rely on herself for

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 hissed in pain, stepping back a couple of

turned to see her wrist, where a bright red mark

seemed almost fragile, with a touch more

and protect your friend. Leave

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

priority. What if there were more kidnappers

Beowulf had easily taken care

plan to deal with

the police and make sure they spend

before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is

old friend

A friend this handsome? How come I've

you have friends

words left

not what I

do you mean, then?" Isabel raised an

how his looks could easily stop any passerby in their

honest, are you

nearly choked on her own spit at

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

stared at

you," Isabel

you doing

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