The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 502

"What are you talking about?" Isaac pulled out his gun and tossed it aside while walking toward the black suits.

Harry did likewise.

The leader in the black suit sneered and said, "Drop the pretense, Isaac Taylor. You dared to lie to Mr. Lockwood. It seems the Barker family's eldest daughter is indeed capable. She charmed you to the point of you falling head over heels for her and defying Mr. Lockwood's order!"

Isaac kept a straight face. But in his heart, he knew he could not hide it anymore. Mr. Lockwood was aware of everything. There had to be a spy planted around him. It was just that he did not know who that person was.

The only consolation now was that Yvette managed to leave before these men arrived. As long as she returned home, the Barker family would notice something was amiss if anything happened to him. They would see to it that Yvette was well-protected.

Isaac closed his eyes to hide all the emotions that his eyes threatened to betray and give him away.

Perhaps, they were just not fated to be together.

No, from the beginning, their love had been a mistake.

Things were better this way. If he died, Yvette would be able to return to the way her life should be. After some mourning, she could find a young man of compatible family background and status. She could get married, start a family and live happily.

Thinking of this, he found himself slowly relaxing.

On The other side, a heavy-hearted Yvette could feel something weighing on her mind.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She knew something was wrong with Isaac. Something was very wrong.

Something that she was unaware of happened.

Yvette's eyes were reddening as she drove. She kept asking herself if she had brought him trouble because of her persistent pestering.

She stepped on the accelerator to beat the red light. Right now, she was desperate to get home.

She would tell her family about her worries when she reached home. They would help her analyze the situation and think of a solution. If something were to happen to Isaac, they were the only ones who could save him.

Yvette knew very well that the only thing she could do was seek help from her family.

She drove very quickly and drove up onto the viaduct. An SUV was moving towards her. The other party was also driving at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it quickly closed in on her.

Yvette's expression changed. She quickly turned the steering wheel in another direction to avoid the other car.

As a result, the bumper of her car rammed into the guardrail at the side of the road.

She slammed on the brakes and forced the car to a stop.

At the same time, the violent shaking of the car also shook her entire being so vigorously that it turned her insides upside down. She felt the world spin around her as an overwhelming force threw her into a dizzy spell.

She did not know where she hit her head. But blood was trickling down her forehead, flowing over one eye and obscuring her view.

At that moment, she saw with her other eye that someone had gotten out of the SUV. The person was walking toward her car. He forcefully pried open the door of the driver seat. Then he grabbed her and pulled her out.

"Den..." Yvette exclaimed in shock.

Denver said coldly, "Miss Barker, you have to come with me. Someone wants to see you!"

With that said, he ignored Yvette's struggles and dragged her over to the SUV.

Yvette's vision was blurry, and so was her consciousness. Denver forced her into the car.

Then, Denver quickly got into the car, turned around, and drove off in the opposite direction.

There was no one else in the car. Yvette lay nestled in the back seat as she reached into her pocket. She took out a thin tube and tried her best to open it. A silver needle slid out.

She held the needle securely while keeping a close eye on Denver. He was driving the car.

Yvette saw Denver keeping his undivided attention on the road, and he was not paying attention to her. So, she leaped forward and pierced him with the needle.

Isabella once taught her that she could restrain someone depending on the spot the needle pierced.

Denver Wheeler was not the least prepared for Yvette's attack.

When the needle pierced into him, Denver immediately lost control of his limbs.

The car was still moving quickly. But without someone to maneuver the steering wheel, it began to swerve out of control.

Yvette suddenly recalled how ruthless Isabella was when she was pitting herself against Jerico the other day. Yvette gritted her teeth, pushed open the car door, and pushed Denver out of the car.

The car was still speeding ahead by itself. Yvette quickly climbed into the driver's seat and took control of the vehicle.

It was only a matter of seconds before the car was back on track. Yvette looked into the rearview mirror and saw Denver lying motionless on the road. She honestly had no idea whether he was dead or alive.

Yvette dialed her home number as she drove on.

Alfred answered the phone.

Yvette did not give Alfred a chance to say anything at all. She immediately said, "Alfred, I am in trouble. I'm rushing home now. Send someone to pick me up!"

With that, she shook her head hard, attempting to wake herself from her blurry consciousness.

Even so, she could feel her vision getting blurrier and blurrier.

When Stanton heard what Yvette said, he snatched the handset from Alfred and shouted into the phone, "Yvette, don't hang up. Stay on the line. We will go and pick you up right away."

Yvette gave him a brief reply.

Her voice sounded very weak.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered. The look in her eyes was steadfast and relentless.

"Isaac is still waiting for me to rescue him,' Yvette reminded herself as she slammed her feet on the accelerator.

At this moment, amidst her blurry vision, she saw a row of black cars blocking the way she was heading. She was not very clear-headed but felt a sudden boost of courage. She did not have the time to think about the other party's intention and ran her car straight towards them.

Undoubtedly, the black cars surrounded her, and the sound of collisions rang out continuously. Yvette finally blacked out and lost all consciousness.

Over the phone, Stanton cried out worriedly, "Yvette!"

A few men in black suits got out of the black cars. They yanked Yvette out of her vehicle. And then, one of them took her phone away. Over the line, Stanton was still shouting non-stop.

"Yvette, Yvette, say something! What happened?"

"Yvette!"

One of the men in black sneered and said, "Listen up. Now, Yvette Barker is in our hands. If you want Yvette Barker, bring Isabella Thompson! Mr. Lockwood will be waiting for you at Sapphire Club!" With that said, the man who gave Stanton the orders hung up.

Stanton was driving while staying on the line. He was already on his way to Yvette. Hearing what the man on the line said, an awful expression covered Stanton's face.

"Mr. Lockwood!"

He punched the steering wheel hard.

Mr. Lockwood was in the hall of Sapphire Club, partially leaning against the sofa. He was still recovering from the leg injury that Draxton Lockwood gave him earlier. At this moment, he was propping the injured leg on the couch.

He was holding a cigar. While smoking casually, he eyed Isaac indifferently.

Isaac had bleeding wounds all over. His arms were dislocated and were hanging weakly by his sides.

Harry stood behind Mr. Lockwood with his head lowered. He did not say a single word. He did not dare to look up at Isaac at all.

"Isaac Taylor, you're quite the amazing character. You're ruthless in your fights, but who would have thought you would see your fall in the hands of a woman!"

Mr. Lockwood spoke very slowly.

Isaac remained silent.

"You cannot be thinking that Yvette Barker has already returned home, can you?"

Isaac's head jerked up.

Mr. Lockwood shook his head and said, "If I know what you are up to, would I let her get home?"

Isaac blinked vigorously.

At this moment, they heard footsteps outside. Then, a group of men in black suits walked in with the apprehended Yvette Barker.