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.

of the Lockwood family be related to

also wondered what was all that relations about, and wasn’t the chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family just a poor girl abandoned by

someone who was unwanted by their parents actually had a master, and how said person was even related to the famous

knew it. There was no way an ordinary person could marry into

a moment, everyone looked at

was stunned when she heard

did not expect Carlos to put up such a

“This guy… is so damn dramatic.” She thought. Originally, she and Carlos were on opposing sides. They were enemies, and

carrying himself as his uncle-master.

“Good lord, I treat you as my enemy, but

mainly because Isabella’s dazed expression looked a little cute, and it was

of others, he simply

others, Isabella’s reaction was a sign of her

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

masters and elders was one of the basic morals and

on the fact that she had married into the Lockwood family to not acknowledge anyone, not even the elders of her sect. Even if she was from the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, she probably wouldn’t be able to

did not despise her for being unknown and acknowledged her on the spot. It

clearly did not have the demeanor of someone

they all shook their heads. From the looks of it, no matter how long a sect had been passed down, there were still differences in the quality of their people. They really did not

the elders of his sect have the morals to become chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family?”

had a child out of wedlock, so hers was really a case of a mother becoming an elite

was reasonable for them to

that a man like the chieftain of the Lockwood family also liked

malice in his

gazes around her. She only sized up Carlos

you pretending for? I won’t ask you to pay 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. An invisible pressure pressed down on

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