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."

their plan set, the kidnappers wasted no more time and

took a step forward 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 threw him away with an over-the-shoulder throw. "Whoa!" Yvette gasped, her eyes

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

I never know

not bad! You're recovering well!" Beowulf called out, throwing punches as

the past, there

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

it once was, Beowulf thought she 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!"

to see her wrist, where

almost fragile, with a touch more femininity

stay back and protect your friend. Leave the

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

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

minutes, Beowulf had easily taken

do you plan to deal

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

"Isabel, who is he? Why does he call you 'boss'?

an old friend

A friend this handsome? How come I've never heard you mention

have friends I don't know

left

not what

you mean, then?" Isabel raised an eyebrow,

shot another glance at Beowulf, noting how his

honest, are you

choked on her own spit at

eyes in disbelief. "Your 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

at Yvette

breath on you," Isabel muttered, turning to look

you doing