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 and rushed toward Isabel without

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, her eyes wide

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I

recovering well!" Beowulf

the boss from the past, there was still

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

wasn't what it once was, Beowulf thought she was doing just fine. Being too strong and always relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she could depend on

wrist, where

now seemed almost fragile, with

your friend. Leave the rest to

initially planned to keep fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared to the life-threatening

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

just five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken care

do you plan to deal with

this isn't their first time doing something like this. Let's take them to the police

Isabel aside, giving Beowulf a quick look before quietly asking, "Isabel, who

an old

A friend this handsome? How come

friends I don't

left

not what

then?" Isabel

noting how his

honest, are

choked on her own

rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Your imagination is wild. Maybe you should try writing novels. 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

stared at Yvette

my breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning to

you doing