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.

the Lockwood family be related to Carlos?” Many

relations about, and wasn’t the chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family just a poor girl abandoned by her

had a master, and how said person was even related to the famous

person could marry into the Lockwood family. It turned

everyone looked at

when she heard the whispers around

did not expect Carlos to put up such a good

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 to go way back When enemies met, it was game on

then, Carlos was putting on airs, carrying himself as his uncle-master.

as my enemy, but you actually want to be

did not say anything. He was in a daze, mainly because Isabella’s dazed expression looked a little cute, and it was really

the gazes of others,

reaction was a sign

were all influential people, and such people valued lineages and

one’s own masters and elders was one of the

not even the elders of her sect. Even if

President Orwell did not despise her for being unknown and acknowledged her on the spot. It could be seen that

have the demeanor of

how long a sect had been passed down, there were still differences in the quality of their people.

could a person who didn’t even acknowledge the elders of his sect have the morals to become chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family?”

of wedlock, so hers was really a case of a mother

their own. It was reasonable for them to marry

that a man like the chieftain of

There was malice in his eyes that only Isabella could

gazes around her. She

your respects the proper way in such an occasion, but you should at least come forward

in a deep voice, looking

top position for a long time.

his goal was to pressure Isabella and make her lose face at the banquet. Not only would she lose face, but the Lockwood family would also lose face