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.

was obvious that his senior brother was not

didn’t die, why hadn’t we heard of it all

saved countless lives and was re-elected as the president

that

at Isabella, anticipating further mishaps to befall her. It

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

expression suddenly turned cold. This beautiful, dignified, and energetic woman suddenly had

it actually caused the hearts of everyone present

moment, the hall was filled with

was

such a powerful aura?” Everyone

expect you to be so bold, Carlos Orwell. I haven’t even looked for

uncle master? Heh, you think that

that junior brother of his was a traitor to his sect and teacher through and through. That junior brother violated the sect rules and was long

had a junior brother. I was the only disciple in the Sanctum of Holy Doctors

filled with pressure. She stared

in the venue was

there would

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

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

for Isabella, he naturally had already made plans,

out a long sigh. “I didn’t expect senior brother to have hated me that much, that he actually didn’t acknowledge

master doesn’t acknowledge me, no wonder you don’t acknowledge me

have to be involved in the feud between us

can’t tolerate me all this while. I didn’t expect that after so

Isabella with