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.

now that Carlos said that, it was obvious that

hadn’t we heard of it

saved countless lives and was re-elected as the president of the Traditional Medicine Association for 40 years, his senior brother was too

fact might be that he just might not

the Riker family looked at Isabella, anticipating further mishaps to befall her. It didn’t matter

Isabella

turned cold. This beautiful, dignified,

too dignified, and it actually caused the hearts of everyone present to unconsciously tighten, and all of

moment, the hall was filled with

was

such

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

master? Heh, you think that you’re worthy of that title?”

was a traitor to his sect and teacher through and through. That junior brother violated the sect rules and was long expelled from the sect by

longer had a junior brother. I was the only disciple in the Sanctum of Holy Doctors of my generation, and I never had a

gaze was filled with pressure. She stared coldly at Carlos, and his

the

there would

forth between Carlos and Isabella. They had different thoughts and gossip was at an

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

to cause trouble for Isabella, he naturally had

revealed a sorrowful expression and let out a long sigh. “I didn’t expect senior brother to have

master doesn’t acknowledge me, no

be involved in

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

at Isabella with