After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 138

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."

With their plan set, the kidnappers wasted no more time and rushed toward Isabel without hesitation.

Isabel 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 wide in astonishment.

Is this really Isabel?

My best friend, Isabel?

Is she that strong?

How did I never know this?

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

But compared to the boss from the past, there was still a noticeable gap.

Of course, that version of 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 were unimaginable. She had to rely on herself for everything.

Although Isabel's strength wasn't what 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!" Isabel hissed in pain, stepping back a couple of paces.

Hearing this, Beowulf turned to see her wrist, where a bright red mark had appeared.

The boss now seemed almost fragile, with a touch more femininity than before.

"Boss, just stay back and protect your friend. Leave the rest to me."

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