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."

plan set, the kidnappers wasted no more time and rushed toward

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

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never

bad! You're recovering well!" Beowulf

compared to the boss from the past, there was still

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

on herself had made life too hard. It was better if she

this, Beowulf turned to see her wrist, where a bright red mark

boss now seemed almost fragile, with a touch

just stay back and protect your

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

priority. What if there were

five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken care

how do you plan

doing something like this. Let's take them to the police and

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

old

A friend this handsome? How come I've never

friends I don't know

left

not what

mean, then?" Isabel raised an

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

be honest,

her own

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 drastically and

stared at

breath on you," Isabel muttered,

you