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

initiative to attack, punching the kidnapper in the side. When the other party bent over in pain, she grabbed him with her bare hands and threw him away with an over-the-shoulder throw. "Whoa!" Yvette gasped,

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I

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

from the past,

built the kind of strength she had. As he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel

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

this, Beowulf turned to see her wrist, where a bright red

seemed almost fragile, with

stay back and protect your friend. Leave the rest

her mind, the bruise on

Yvette was the priority. What if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby,

had easily taken care of the

you plan

take them to the police and make

who is

an old friend of

this handsome? How come I've never

you have friends

words left Yvette

that's not what I

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

shot another glance at Beowulf, noting how his looks

be honest, are you

choked on her own spit at Yvette's

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 her reasoning

at Yvette in

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

are you doing

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