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 time

over in pain, she grabbed him with her bare hands and threw him away with an

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

did I never know

recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing

boss from the past, there was

strength she had. As he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry for Isabel. The hardships

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

to see her wrist, where a bright

fragile, with a touch more

and protect your friend. Leave the rest

bruise on her arm

priority. What if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby, ready to ambush them

just five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

plan to deal

police and make sure they spend the rest of their

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

old

How

have friends I

left

that's not what I

Isabel

his looks

be honest, are you

nearly choked on her

you think I'd still be

stared at Yvette

on you," Isabel muttered, turning to look

are you doing

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