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."

set, the kidnappers wasted no more time 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?

did I

recovering well!" Beowulf

compared to the boss from the past, there was still

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 he thought about it, Beowulf couldn't help but feel sorry for Isabel. The hardships she had endured in the past

fine. Being too strong and always relying on herself had made life too hard. It was better if

see her wrist, where a

boss now seemed almost fragile, with a touch more femininity

your

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

Protecting Yvette was the priority. What if there were more kidnappers lurking

five minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

plan to

take them to the police and make sure they spend the rest of their lives behind bars," Isabel

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

old friend

handsome? How come I've

friends

words left

that's not what I

mean, then?" Isabel

shot another glance at Beowulf, noting how his looks could

be honest, are you

her own spit at Yvette's

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

stared at

Isabel muttered,

are you doing