After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 138

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."

kidnappers wasted no more time and rushed toward

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

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

the past, there

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

herself had made life too

to see her wrist, where a bright red mark had

fragile, with a touch more femininity

stay back and protect your friend. Leave the rest

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

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

Beowulf had easily taken

do you plan to deal

take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their

pulled Isabel aside, giving Beowulf a quick look before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he? Why does he call you 'boss'? You

an old friend of

friend this handsome? How

you have friends I

words left

that's not

do you mean, then?" Isabel raised an

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

honest, are you

her

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

at Yvette in

on you," Isabel muttered, turning to look

you

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