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

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

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

into the Lockwood family. It turned out that

everyone looked

she heard the whispers around

did not expect Carlos to put up

so damn dramatic.” She thought. Originally, she and Carlos were on opposing sides. They were enemies, and their histories seemed to go way back

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

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

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

the gazes of others, he

in the eyes of others, Isabella’s reaction was a sign of

and such people valued lineages and propriety. It was

and elders was one

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 if she was from the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, she probably wouldn’t be able to become a

her on the spot. It could be seen that President Orwell valued his

in contrast, clearly did not have the demeanor of

sect had been passed down, there were still differences in the quality of their people. They really did not know why

didn’t even acknowledge the elders of his sect have the morals to become chieftain’s

hers was really a case of a mother becoming an elite due to her

had always been protective of their own. It was reasonable for them to marry Isabella for the sake of her

quite good-looking. It seemed that a man like the chieftain of the Lockwood family

malice in his eyes that only Isabella could

at the contemptuous gazes around her. She only sized

for? I won’t ask you to pay your respects the proper way

asked in a deep voice, looking especially

top position for a long time. An invisible pressure pressed down on

goal was to pressure Isabella and make her lose face at the banquet. Not