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

over in pain, she grabbed him with her

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never

Beowulf

compared to the boss from the past, there was still

version of the 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

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 her brothers now and then. "Ouch!" Isabel

to see her wrist, where a bright red mark had

now seemed almost fragile, with a touch more femininity than

your friend. Leave

keep fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared to the life-threatening injuries she had endured in

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

just five minutes, Beowulf had easily

how do you plan to deal with

like this. Let's take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest

quick look before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he? Why does he call you 'boss'?

old friend

old friend? A friend this handsome? How come I've never

you have friends I don't know

left

not

mean, then?" Isabel raised an

at Beowulf, noting how his looks could easily stop any

honest,

nearly choked on her

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 because of Kaleb that you gave up on yourself, so your personality changed

at

breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning to

you doing