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 more time and rushed toward Isabel

and took the initiative to attack, punching the kidnapper in the side. When the other party bent over in pain, she grabbed him with her bare hands and

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never know

You're recovering well!" Beowulf

from the past,

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

on herself had made life too hard. It

to see her wrist, where a bright red mark

now seemed almost fragile, with

your friend. Leave the

to keep fighting. After all, in her mind, the bruise on her arm was nothing compared to the

Yvette was the priority. What if there were more kidnappers lurking nearby, ready to ambush

Beowulf had easily taken care

how do you plan to

isn't their first time doing something like this. Let's take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their

before quietly asking, "Isabel, who is he?

old friend of

friend? A friend this handsome? How come

you have friends I don't know

words left Yvette

that's not

then?" Isabel

his looks could easily stop any passerby in their

honest, are

on her own

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

stared at Yvette in

you," Isabel muttered, turning

are you