The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 98 Cleaning HouseBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

But now that Carlos said that, it was obvious that his senior brother was not dead.

"Since he didn't die, why hadn't we heard of it all these years?" Everyone wondered.

Compared to Carlos who had saved countless lives and was re-elected as the president of the Traditional Medicine Association for 40 years, his senior brother was too low-key.

It was nice to say that he was low-key, but the fact might be that he just might not be capable. Isabella was seen a proof of that ineptitude.

Everyone from the Riker family looked at Isabella, anticipating further mishaps to befall her. It didn't matter that Isabella was capable at the moment.

Her abilities could not be compared to Carlos's. On that day, Isabella would definitely be humiliated, and the Lockwood family would also lose face.

Just as everyone was thinking about that, Isabella's expression suddenly turned cold. This beautiful, dignified, and energetic woman suddenly had an indescribable dignity and superior aura. That sort of bearing was too cold and too dignified, and it actually caused the hearts of everyone present to unconsciously tighten, and all of them felt as if they were being overwhelmed.

They were all shocked. For a moment, the hall was filled with gasps.

"How how was this possible?

"How could Isabella have such a powerful aura?" Everyone thought.

The next moment, he heard Isabella say, "I really didn't expect you to be so bold, Carlos Orwell. I haven't even looked for you to clean house, and you dare to be so shameless as to try to get chummy with me? "My uncle master? Heh, you think that you're worthy of that title?" She thought.

My master said that he did have a junior brother in the past. However, 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 expelled from the sect by the Grandmaster."

"From then on, my master no longer had a junior brother. I was the only disciple in the Sanctum of Holy Doctors of my generation, and I never had a uncle-master. May I ask President Orwell, why did you call yourself my uncle-master?"

Isabella's gaze was filled with pressure. She stared coldly at Carlos, and his expression changed slightly.

Everyone in the venue was stunned.

They wondered if there would be more to the story.

For a moment, everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Carlos and Isabella. They had different thoughts and gossip was at an all-time high. Things were really too lively.

They knew it, thinking that Isabella wouldn't really be a good-for-nothing. They were looking forward to how this show would end.

Since Carlos dared to cause trouble for Isabella, he naturally had already made plans, so he would not be stumped by Isabella.

He was slightly stunned. Then, he revealed a sorrowful expression and let out a long sigh. "I didn't expect senior brother to have hated me that much, that he actually didn't acknowledge me as his junior brother.

"Since your master doesn't acknowledge me, no wonder you don't acknowledge me either.

"But why do you have to be involved in the feud between us from the previous generation?

"Your master is so narrow-minded that he can't tolerate me all this while. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still hasn't changed. Even you have been taught to be so petty."

He looked at Isabella with a sigh.

Isabella was really angry this time. She didn't care what he said about her, but Carlos was obviously slandering her master. That touched her sore spot.

Her expression immediately turned cold as she said in a deep voice, "Carlos Orwell, may I ask who is the truly narrow-minded person here? What's the point of saying all this?

"All these years, you've been using the Sanctum of Holy Doctors's reputation to deceive the world. Didn't you do all that because you thought that my master was dead?

"Back then, not only did you harm Grandmaster, but you also wanted to kill my master as well. Yet, he lucky enough to have survived. You were afraid that master and I would expose your true colors, so you took the initiative here.

"What a joke. Your medical skills can't compare to my master's. Your temperament is also inferior compared to my master. Status-wise, you're just a traitor who was expelled from the sect. What right do you have to speak to me here?

"How dare you call yourself my uncle-master? Who gave you the gall to do so?"

Isabella's tone became sharper and more imposing. Her gaze seemed to weigh 1000 pounds, forcing Carlos to subconsciously take a step back.

Carlos quickly realized that he had made a fool of himself. His face turned green and he said angrily, "What a joke! How can my medical skills and talent be inferior to your master? You're just a junior. What do you

know?"

"Not only do I want to say that your medical skills are not as good as my master, but I also am gonna say that your skills can't even compare to mine!"

Carlos's pupils constricted. The next moment, he sneered, "Very well then, seeing that your master didn't teach you well, then today, as your uncle-master, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Carlos had already decided to teach Isabella a lesson to totally knock her down a peg.

By taking down Isabella, the Sanctum of Holy Doctors Sect Master's token, the authentic Holy Doctors' legacy, and that of the Evil Doctors would be all his!

With those things, Carlos would have a bright future ahead.

His gaze became extremely hot. When he looked at Isabella, it was also filled with dominance and

confidence.

isabella also snorted coldly in her heart, thinking that it was a good thing. She could use that opportunity to clean up the Sanctum of Holy Doctors's mess!