The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Yvette was lost in thought and in a daze. Isabella took Yvette's hand and walked out of

the room with Yvette.

As soon as they went out, they saw Frieda and Erica who had also come out. As their eyes met, Frieda and Erica's faces were filled with shock. They look fine?

"How could they be fine?' They muttered in their minds.

They then shifted their eyes to the person one of the Big Dippers was holding...

Frieda and Erica were horrified. "Mr. Chancely? What did you do to Mr. Chancely?' Frieda's eyes widened as she roared.

Seeing Frieda lose her temper, Isabella was boiling with anger.

Isabella sneered and went forward to lift Jerico up and dragged him to the railing of

the stairs.

She glanced down and her eyes met the stares of the people downstairs.

Patriarch Wheeler was helpless with disappointment at the sight of Isabella's turning up safe and sound. It seemed that Mr. Chancely had failed. Patriarch Wheeler was so deep in contemplation that he did not notice that Isabella was dragging someone.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the hall. Then, a group of people marched in.

Seeing the crowd, Patriarch Wheeler wore a dazzling smile. He and Denver then stepped forward to welcome them.

Behind Isabella, Frieda was still chattering. She threatened, "Isabella, what are you

doing? Let go of Mr. Chancely. Do you know the

consequences of hurting Mr. Chancely?"

Isabella didn't reply. One of the Big Dippers sneered, "Madame Wheeler, do you know

the consequences of your Wheeler family treating our patriarch's wife like this?"

"You..." Furious, Frieda was rendered speechless.

Erica spoke nicely to Isabella after seeing Isabella fix her eyes downstairs, "There must be a misunderstanding between us. Mrs. Lockwood, please don't be angry. Can't we sit down and have a talk?

"If the situation worsens, it will give rise to tension.

"Yvette, please persuade Isabella to stop it. Although our two families are not on

intimate terms, we're still related by blood.

"Moreover, Mr. Chancely has a powerful background. You don't want to see the Barker family get revenge, right?'

Erica was using a carrot-and-stick approach.

Yvette gave Erica a sullen glare, but she was wordless and turned to look at Isabella. Isabella was landing her eyes downstairs, but one of the Big Dippers retorted,

'Bullshit. You don't have to worry about the Baker family. Worry about yourselves first. Let's see if the Lockwood family will let you off!"

Erica and Frieda's expressions changed.

It would have been fine if today's matter had succeeded, but it didn't. If the Lockwood

family pursued the Wheeler family, the latter would definitely be in trouble.

Erica was in a panic, knowing how ruthless the Lockwood family was.

However, Frieda acted boldly, sneering, "Humph, don't forget that I was once a member of the Baker family!

"Draxton has to call me Great Aunt. I wonder what he will do to our Wheeler family!" The Big Dippers looked sullen, annoyed by the shameless Madame Wheeler. Isabella snorted in disgust. Even Yvette's face was boiling with anger. Isabella looked back at Frieda and said, "Leave aside whether Draxton acknowledges you as his Great Aunt or not. Whether I, Isabella Thompson, will let you off is another matter to be concerned about. Also... you should worry about whether the Chancely family will forgive the Wheeler family."

Isabella then slightly moved up the corners of her mouth before lifting Jerico onto the railing and throwing him down without hesitation.

The Baker family's mansion was spacious. The distance between the second floor

and the first floor was at least three to four meters. Jerico had been seriously injured

and unconscious. Now that he was thrown down like a sack by Isabella, everyone was glued to the spot.

Frieda and Erica screamed when realize what Isabella had done.

Frieda roared, "Oh no!"© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

However, it was too late.

Frieda's face turned pale as she pounced forward. In the blink of an eye, she reached

the railing. She rushed so fast as if she were a young lady with agility.

Frieda stared hard downstairs.

Downstairs, a group of people dressed in colorful clothes rushed forward, planning to get Jerico.

Instantly, those people were hit to the ground with Jerico on them.

Patriarch Wheeler and Denver had just entered the hall with their guests and they were stunned by this scene.

When Patriarch Wheeler looked up, he saw Frieda leaning on the railing on the

second floor and screaming with a shocked expression.

Patriarch Wheeler turned to look at the group of people on the ground. At the sight of Jerico's disfigured face, he gasped.

"Dad, this..."

Denver was also dumbfounded with her eyes wide in shock, unable to believe his

eyes. Two words kept flashing in his mind, "It's over."

What if the Chancely family blamed the Wheeler family for letting Mr. Chancely get seriously injured in the Wheeler family and vented anger on the Wheeler family? Patriarch Wheeler obviously had the same idea as Denver. His face twisted as he hurriedly shouted, "Call the doctor now right!"

'No hurry!' At this moment, a voice came from upstairs.

Patriarch Wheeler looked up with a terrifying expression and saw Isabella standing by

the railing with her arms crossed. She stared at them coldly.

And she said, "Before calling a doctor for that scum. Patriarch Wheeler, why don't you explain why the Wheeler family locked Yvette and me up with that scum?" Patriarch Wheeler's expression froze.

"Bitch, you're the ones who injured Jerico!" A man in colorful clothes raised his gun at Isabella with a fierce expression.

Yvette froze and looked at Isabella with worry. Isabella, however, looked at that person disdainfully and impassively. She did not even blink.

Big Dippers also raised their guns and confronted the colorful people downstairs.

'The Wheeler family's banquet is so lively. Patriarch Wheeler, did you invite me to

watch the show?'

The leader of Patriarch Wheeler's guests broke the silence.

It was a man in a black suit. His face was cold and distant. His voice was especially cold. It was obvious that he was not easy to get along with.

Patriarch Wheeler answered respectfully, "Mr. Vernon, I'm sorry. I didn't expect such a

thing to happen. Please don't be angry."

Vernon glanced at Patriarch Wheeler coldly and looked up in the direction of Isabella.

Isabella stood upstairs motionlessly and met Vernon's eyes.

Vernon's eyes were deep and emotionless.

Isabella smiled with interest.

Vernon did not return with a smile. Instead, he lightly nodded at Isabella as a greeting.

Beside Vernon was a man in light gray casual pants and a black shirt. From his looks, he should be a foreigner.

The man's age was unrecognizable. His face was covered in a thick beard, and his eyes were light brown, emitting a beast-like cold and fierce aura.

His eyebrows were slightly high and he was thin. At this moment, his cold and fierce eyes were staring in Jerico's direction.

Suddenly, he spoke in a language that no one else could understand.

However, Vernon Lockwood clearly understood and replied in the same language,

"Mr. Harlow Andrews, we're now in Lucsia. Jerico died here. Our Vernon Group can't explain what happened. If the Chancely family pursues it, we will be in trouble." Harlow added, 'We can frame Draxton."

Vernon Lockwood darted a cold stare at him and said,' Mr. Harlow Andrews, Jerico can't die in an event where you and I have appeared.'

Harlow shut his mouth.

Patriarch Wheeler had no idea what they were talking about. At this moment, the doctor came over. Someone carried Jerico to the sofa in the corner for the treatment.

Suddenly, Frieda, who was upstairs, came back to her senses. She looked down and said viciously, "Patriarch Wheeler, you can't let Isabella and Yvette leave the Wheely family's mansion before Mr. Chancely wakes up."