The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 97 You Want To Be My Uncle-Master?

When Isabella heard that, she finally looked at Carlos.

Actually, that was not the first time Isabella had seen Carlos, but it was the first time he had met him in person

Previously, he had been seriously injured. Over the past month, he had recovered a little, but he was still very thin. His gray tunic suit looked a little empty on him.

His grayish-white hair was pulled back, and he looked hale and hearty.

However, his gaze was especially threatening. When he looked at Isabella, there was an indescribable malice and provocation.

Isabella smiled and looked into Carlos's eyes with her clear, pitch-black eyes. "That's right. I'm Master Falkona's disciple, Isabella Thompson.

Carlos sneered. He examined Isabella critically, and his face suddenly turned cold. "Since you admit that you are Greg Falkona's disciple, then do you know your mistake?"

He almost shouted the last four words His voice was like thunder All the guests present were shocked and looked over surprised. Some gossipy people kept looking back and forth between Carlos and Isabella Isabella looked at Carlos in surprise. President Orwell, what do you mean by that?"

Carlos's face was already filled with anger. He said coldly. "Since you're Greg Falkona's disciple, why didn't you come and greet me when you saw me?

"According to seniority. I'm your uncle-master According to the rules of the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, you should pay your respects to me and serve me a cup of tea

"When you saw me, not only did you not take the initiative to greet me, you even acted arrogantly Do you think you can put all that propriety behind you just because you married into the Lockwood family? What did Greg teach you?"

He looked angry and seemed really indignant about the whole thing

Apart from a few people who knew Isabella's identity, everyone else was shocked.

The few council members standing beside Carlos asked loudly. "President Orwell, what do you mean by that? Is the chieftain's wife of the Lockwood family your nephew?" For a moment, everyone's eyes widened.

"That's right, how could chieftain's wife of the Lockwood family be related to Carlos?" Many thought.

They also wondered what was all that relations about, and wasn't the chieftain's wife of the Lockwood family just a poor girl abandoned by her parents.

They wondered how someone who was unwanted by their parents actually had a master, and how said person was even related to the famous the Sanctum of Holy Doctors. They figured that they knew it. There was no way an ordinary person could marry into the Lockwood family. It turned out that Isabella had such a high status after all,

For a moment, everyone looked at Isabella curiously.

Isabella was stunned when she heard the whispers around her.

She did not expect Carlos to put up such a good show.

She looked at Carlos in shock and blinked innocently. "This guy... is so damn dramatic." She thought. Originally, she and Carlos were on opposing sides. They were enemies, and their histories seemed to go way back When enemies met, it was game on and both sides would mock each other!

But then, Carlos was putting on airs, carrying himself as his uncle-master. That was really too much.

Isabella thought, "Good lord, I treat you as my enemy, but you actually want to be my relative!"

Draxton did not say anything. He was in a daze, mainly because Isabella's dazed expression looked a little cute, and it was really cute

As for the gazes of others, he simply ignored them.

However, in the eyes of others, Isabella's reaction was a sign of her feeling guilty.

The people present were all influential people, and such people valued lineages and propriety. It was even more so for those who had masters.

Respecting one's own masters and elders was one of the basic morals and etiquette.

They figured that since Isabella relied on the fact that she had married into the Lockwood family to not acknowledge anyone, not even the elders of her sect. Even if she was from the Sanctum of Holy Doctors, she probably wouldn't be able to become a big shot.

A famous figure like President Orwell did not despise her for being unknown and acknowledged her on the spot. It could be seen that President Orwell valued his sect very much.

They thought that Isabella, in contrast, clearly did not have the demeanor of someone from the Sanctum of Holy Doctors.

For a moment, they all shook their heads. From the looks of it, no matter how long a sect had been passed down, there were still differences in the quality of their people. They really did not know why Draxton had taken a fancy to Isabella.

"How could a person who didn't even acknowledge the elders of his sect have the morals to become chieftain's wife of the Lockwood family?" They wondered.

It was said that Isabella had a child out of wedlock, so hers was really a case of a mother becoming an elite due to her children.

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In addition, Isabella was quite good-looking. It seemed that a man like the chieftain of the Lockwood family also liked beautiful women.

Carlos still looked at Isabella angrily. There was malice in his eyes that only Isabella could understand.

Isabella finally recovered from her shock. She did not even look at the contemptuous gazes around her. She only sized up Carlos and asked, "You just said that you were my uncle-master, no?" Carlos snorted coldly. "What are you pretending for? I won't ask you to pay your respects the proper way in such an occasion, but you should at least come forward and greet me, right?"

He asked in a deep voice, looking especially dignified.

Carlos had been in the top position for a long time. An invisible pressure pressed down on Isabella.

Obviously, his goal was to pressure Isabella and make her lose face at the banquet. Not only would she lose face, but the Lockwood family would also lose face as well.

Right at tats moment, an aged voice was heard. "Oh Draxton, they said that one should marry a virtuous wife. You've been smart all your life, but you've been muddled for this alone. How did you marry such an woman like this?"

"What the hell?" Isabella cursed in her heart.

Draxton's expression finally sank.

They all looked over and saw Patriarch Riker and the descendants of the Riker family walking in from the

entrance.

Patriarch Riker said as he walked. He looked at Isabella gloomily.

Previously, he had been poisoned by that Laughing Powder. That powder had tortured him until he was better off dead, so much so that he had never laughed again, afraid that he would not be able to hold back his laughter

In short, he was already traumatized by the act of laughing.

He really hated Isabella. As long as he found an opportunity, he would trample her to death.

No matter how good-tempered Isabella was, she could not help but feel angry when the other party implied that she was not presentable.

Hence, she said, "Patriarch Riker, you don't understand me. I don't think you have the right to say that about

me

"Moreover, it was Draxton's freedom to marry any woman. What right did an outsider like you have to teach

him a lesson?

"Or could it be that Draxton didn't marry the granddaughter that the Riker family had nurtured for more than 20 years, that you're now saying all this out of jealousy?

"That's true. Previously, you lot even went to the Lockwood family to cause trouble, so desperate to marry your granddaughter off. No wonder you don't like me. I understand your feelings."

Isabella said with a smile. Although her eyes were cold and her tone was unhurried, her words immediately made Patriarch Riker's face turn ashen.

"You..." Patriarch Riker was so angry that he was at a loss for words. He immediately turned to look at Draxton. "Draxton, are you going to spoil her like this?"

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