The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife (Isabella Thompson) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Counterattack

Isabella looked at Carlos coldly. She really did not expect Carlos to be so shameless!

At that moment, a discussion broke out among a group led by Patriarch Crawford. “Miss Thompsom, you’re still young. It’s best to leave the emblem of the sanctum to the elder!”

“That’s right, Miss Thompson. It’s bad enough that you don’t show any respect for your uncle-master here. It is unacceptable that you refused to hand over the sanctum’s emblem to him. As a junior, you have no regard for rules!”

“I didn’t expect the Lockwoods would welcome such a woman into their family. It’s really…”

Patriarch Crawford’s eyes gleamed as he said, “Miss Thompson, if you hand over the emblem to Mr. Orwell for safekeeping today, I think that with Mr. Orwell’s capability and generosity, he will find a position for you in the Traditional Medicine Association.

With his guidance, your future will be limitless. This identity will make you more worthy as the Lockwood family’s chieftain’s wife, right?

“I think you will figure out what’s the right thing to do, Miss Thompson.”

Patriarch Crawford looked at Isabella with a threatening gaze, wanting to see her become emotional and submit.

However, Isabella did not even look at him. It was as if she did not hear him.

Her complete disregard for Patriarch Crawford caused his expression to harden slightly.

When Patriarch Crawford was young, he was a high-ranking official of the country. Although he was almost 90 years old and no longer had any actual power, his connections and reputation were still there.

Everyone showed their respect for him whenever they saw him.

And Isabella’s disregard for him was simply a slap in his face. What could be more infuriating than that? When the others saw what happened, they frowned and looked at Isabella critically.

“You’re really immature. Even Mr. Lockwood respects Patriarch Crawford very much. You could marry Mr. Lockwood only because you are the mother of his children. How dare you be so rude to Patriarch Crawford? “If you still have any self-awareness and manners, take out the emblem of the Sanctum of Holy Doctors…” “Enough!”

Draxton snorted coldly. Those people who were talking non-stop immediately fell silent.

He glanced coldly at those people before looking in Patriarch Crawford’s direction.

“I always respected Patriarch Crawford because he contributed to the country when he was young. However, this is not a reason for you to accuse my wife. If you are rude to my wife again, humph, don’t blame the Lockwood family for not showing the Crawford family some courtesy.

“Patriarch Crawford, you’ve lived for a very long time. You should understand that respect has to be earned. If you insist on stepping on someone, don’t blame others for stepping on you until you have nothing left!” Everyone looked at Draxton in a daze.

Patriarch Crawford’s face turned red. He pointed at Draxton and almost couldn’t catch his breath. The younger members of the Crawford family hurriedly went forward to give Patriarch Crawford his medicine and calm him down.

Draxton held Isabella’s hand and looked around at everyone. His intention to protect Isabella was very obvious

Isabella raised her head and looked at Carlos mockingly. A cold smile flashed across Carlos’s eyes. He sighed and said, “Since Isabella is unwilling to hand over the emblem, let’s put this matter aside for now.

“Let’s look at the other white mouse now…”

He casually put an end to the verbal attack against Isabella and displayed the data of another white mouse. “Did everyone see that? This old white mouse has experienced obvious changes in its bodily functions.” Carlos pointed at the data on the screen and explained it to everyone.

The white mouse was in its twilight years previously. At that moment, its bodily funcwe had returned to

their state when the mouse was in its middle age. Its vitality, physical fitness, cell activity, and organ function had clearly improved.

“This is only one of the potion’s functions. According to my experiment, if the potion is administered a few more times in a certain period, this mouse’s vitality can even return to its prime.”

There was a moment of dead silence in the hall.

Soon, there were excited exclamations and gasps.

Rejuvenation!

That was true rejuvenation!

“Mr. Orwell, you’re indeed the best traditional medicine practitioner in history. With you around, the Traditional Medicine Association doesn’t need a new president.”

“That’s right. Other than Mr. Orwell, who else in this world can be this good?”