The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 97 You Want To Be My Uncle-Master?

When Isabella heard that, she finally looked at Carlos.

Actually, that was not the first time Isabella had seen Carlos, but it was the first time he had met him in person

Previously, he had been seriously injured. Over the past month, he had recovered a little, but he was still very thin. His gray tunic suit looked a little empty on him.

His grayish-white hair was pulled back, and he looked hale and hearty.

However, his gaze was especially threatening. When he looked at Isabella, there was an indescribable malice and provocation.

Isabella smiled and looked into Carlos’s eyes with her clear, pitch-black eyes. “That’s right. I’m Master Falkona’s disciple, Isabella Thompson.

Carlos sneered. He examined Isabella critically, and his face suddenly turned cold. “Since you admit that you are Greg Falkona’s disciple, then do you know your mistake?”

He almost shouted the last four words His voice was like thunder All the guests present were shocked and looked over surprised. Some gossipy people kept looking back and forth between Carlos and Isabella.

Isabella looked at Carlos in surprise. President Orwell, what do you mean by that?”

Carlos’s face was already filled with anger. He said coldly. “Since you’re Greg Falkona’s disciple, why didn’t you come and greet me when you saw me?

“According to seniority. I’m your uncle-master According to the rules of the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, you should pay your respects to me and serve me a cup of tea

“When you saw me, not only did you not take the initiative to greet me, you even acted arrogantly Do you think you can put all that propriety behind you just because you married into the Lockwood family? What did Greg teach you?”

He looked angry and seemed really indignant about the whole thing

Apart from a few people who knew Isabella’s identity, everyone else was shocked.

The few council members standing beside Carlos asked loudly. “President Orwell, what do you mean by that? Is the chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family your nephew?”

For a moment, everyone’s eyes widened.

chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family be related to Carlos?” Many thought.

wasn’t the chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family just a poor girl abandoned by

was unwanted by their parents actually had a master, and how said person was even

an ordinary person could marry into the Lockwood family. It turned out that Isabella had such a high status

a moment, everyone looked at Isabella curiously.

she heard the whispers

not expect Carlos to put up such a good show.

looked at Carlos in shock and blinked innocently. “This guy… is so damn dramatic.” She thought. Originally, she and Carlos were on opposing sides. They were enemies, and their histories seemed

on airs, carrying himself as his uncle-master. That was really too much.

as my enemy, but you actually want to be my relative!”

mainly because Isabella’s dazed expression

gazes of others, he simply ignored them.

eyes of others, Isabella’s reaction was a sign of her feeling

present were all influential people, and such people valued lineages and propriety. It was even more so for those who had

one’s own masters and elders was one of

figured that since Isabella relied on the fact that she had married into the Lockwood family to not acknowledge anyone, not even the elders of her sect. Even

her for being unknown and acknowledged her on the spot. It could

in contrast, clearly did not have the

a sect had been passed down, there were still differences in the quality of their people. They really did not know why Draxton had taken a fancy to Isabella.

of his sect have the

so hers was

It was reasonable for them to marry Isabella

man like the

Isabella angrily. There was malice in his eyes that only

the contemptuous gazes around her. She only sized up Carlos and asked, “You just said

snorted coldly. “What are you pretending for? I won’t ask you to pay your respects the proper way in such an

in a deep

position for a long time. An invisible pressure

lose face at the banquet. Not