The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 98 Cleaning House

Draxton looked at Patriarch Riker with a deep gaze and said indifferently, “Patriarch Riker, what are you saying? If I don’t spoil my own wife, should I spoil outsiders instead?”

Patriarch Riker was so angry that he almost couldn’t breathe.

Lindon and the others hurriedly supported Patriarch Riker. Lindon sneered and said, “Chieftain Lockwood, I hope you won’t regret it.”

He looked at Draxton arrogantly and sneered in his heart, figuring that when Bridget returned, Draxton would definitely regret it. At that time, Draxton would know what he had missed…

Lindon smiled coldly and said to Patriarch Riker, “Dad, don’t be angry. We’re elders. We won’t lower ourselves to the level of a junior.”

Patriarch Riker’s eyes flashed. At this point, Bridget would definitely not be able to marry into the Lockwood family, but it was still not worth ruining their relationship nonetheless. After all, Ethan was coming back.

By then, a daughter of the Lockwood family might marry into the Riker family. He saw that the two families would definitely get joined somehow, so there was no need to fall out now.

With that thought in mind, Patriarch Riker did not say anything else. Instead, he walked towards Carlos. “President Orwell, don’t be angry. I heard you reprimanding the juniors in your sect just now?”

Patriarch Riker looked at Isabella.

Carlos snorted coldly. “It’s embarrassing to say, but since we’ve met here, I naturally have to say a few words. I don’t feel good even if I don’t say it. No matter what, she’s still a junior in my sect.”

He looked coldly at Isabella.

Isabella was so angry that she wanted to laugh. She looked at Carlos and asked again, “President Orwell, are you sure you’re my uncle-master?”

Carlos’s face darkened. He was so angry that he laughed and shouted, “Greg Falkona is my senior brother and you’re his disciple. Do you think that I’m not your uncle-master?”

At this moment, everyone looked at them gossipily. The liveliness before this election was really an eye-opener. They had heard that Carlos indeed had a senior brother, but they had heard that he was already dead.

that Carlos said that, it was

die, why hadn’t we heard of

who had saved countless lives and was re-elected as the president of the Traditional Medicine Association for 40

say that he was low-key, but the fact might be that he just might not be capable.

at Isabella, anticipating further mishaps to befall her.

compared to Carlos’s. On that day, Isabella would

everyone was thinking about that, Isabella’s expression suddenly turned cold. This beautiful, dignified, and energetic woman suddenly had an indescribable dignity and

of bearing was too cold and too dignified, and it actually caused the hearts of everyone present to unconsciously tighten, and all of them felt as if

For a moment, the hall was filled with

how was this

have such a

expect you to be so bold, Carlos Orwell. I haven’t even looked for you to clean house, and you dare to be so shameless as to try to get chummy

that you’re

a traitor to his sect and teacher through and through. That junior

master no longer had a junior brother. I was the only disciple in the Sanctum of Holy Doctors of

with pressure. She stared coldly at Carlos, and his

in the

there would be more to

between Carlos and Isabella. They had different thoughts and gossip was at an all-time high.

really be a good-for-nothing. They were looking forward to how this

trouble for Isabella, he naturally had already made plans,

stunned. Then, he revealed a sorrowful expression and let out a long sigh. “I didn’t expect senior brother to have hated me that much, that he actually didn’t acknowledge me as

acknowledge me, no wonder you

do you have to be involved in

that he can’t tolerate me all this while. I didn’t expect that after so many years,

at Isabella with a