After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Isabel Is Determined to Avenge The Nelsons
"Stop speaking in riddles. Just say it," Isabel said impatiently, unwilling to waste time with Beowulf on this matter.

Beowulf could sense Isabel's urgency and didn't delay further. "The client has agreed to meet with you."

Isabel's fingers clenched tightly into her palm as she suppressed a surge of excitement.

But Beowulf hadn't finished speaking. "However, the client has one condition."

"What condition?"

"They want you to go alone."

"Okay."

Isabel hadn't planned on bringing anyone along anyway.

Beowulf grew worried. "Boss, do you suspect that the Nelson Residence fire ... might be connected to the client who posted the task?"

"Yes." Isabel nodded.

Beowulf had expected as much.

"Then going alone, and with their demand for you to personally hand over the pendant—aren't you afraid they'll suspect you?"

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Isabel said, determined to take the risk.

"No way! You're my boss—I can't let you go alone. I'll go with you!"

"If you come along, you'll disrupt my plan," Isabel rejected firmly.

"I'll follow you in secret. I promise not to let anyone notice."

"You think they're fools? The location is set by them; it's bound to be pre-arranged. If you try to follow me, there's a high chance you'll get discovered. If that happens, our plan will fall apart completely."

Without giving Beowulf a chance to argue, Isabel continued, "Besides, you're underestimating me. Don't forget, I'm the alliance's top lone wolf agent! A 100% mission success rate."

"If it were the old you, I'd have no worries at all. But with your current frail body, you might not even beat me in a fight. How can I let you go alone?"

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Can't beat you? Care to test that theory?"

Today, Isabel had plans to go shopping with Xander.

Tomorrow, she needed to check on Richie's condition.

Once those tasks were done, she could fully focus on handling the meeting the day after.

At the commercial district.

Isabel turned her head to glance at the shopping bags in Xander's hands—four or five hanging from one hand alone.

These were items she glanced at casually, with no real intention of buying.

Yet, anything she showed the slightest interest in, he would insist on purchasing.

"I mean, you—" Isabel started, but before she could finish her sentence, a loud shout interrupted her.

"Isabel! Honey! So this is where you've been! I've been looking all over for you!"