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."

the kidnappers wasted no more

the initiative to attack, punching the kidnapper in the side. When the other party bent over in pain, she grabbed

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I

recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches as he

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 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

relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she could depend on her brothers now and

wrist, where

with a touch

back and protect your friend. Leave the rest to

all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared to the life-threatening injuries

if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby, ready to ambush them at

five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

do you plan to deal

something like this. Let's take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their lives behind bars," Isabel said,

who is he? Why does he call you 'boss'? You

old friend of

handsome? How come I've never

friends I don't

words left

not what

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

another glance at Beowulf, noting how his looks could easily stop any

be honest, are

choked on her own spit at Yvette's

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 because of Kaleb that you gave up on

stared at

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

you doing