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.

how could chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family be related to Carlos?” Many

the chieftain’s wife of the Lockwood family just a poor

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

it. There was no way an ordinary person could marry into the Lockwood family. It turned out that

everyone looked at Isabella

when she heard the whispers around

expect Carlos to put

She thought. Originally, she and Carlos were on opposing sides. They were enemies, and their histories seemed to

was putting on airs, carrying himself as his

I treat you as my enemy, but you

a daze, mainly because Isabella’s dazed expression looked a

of others, he simply

of others, Isabella’s reaction was a sign of

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

masters and elders was

the elders of her sect. Even if she was from the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, she probably wouldn’t

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

in contrast, clearly did not have the demeanor of someone from the

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 know

even acknowledge the elders of his sect have the morals to become chieftain’s

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

of their own. It was reasonable for them to marry

addition, Isabella was quite good-looking. It seemed that a man like the chieftain of the Lockwood family also liked beautiful

Isabella angrily. There was malice in his eyes that

at the contemptuous gazes around her. She only sized up Carlos and

“What are you pretending for? I won’t ask you to pay your respects the proper way in such an occasion, but you

in a deep voice, looking especially

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

lose face at the banquet. Not