Chapter 103

Isabella's sarcastic gaze naturally shifted from Michael to the woman standing in front of him.

Heavy makeup, delicate features, sexy, and wearing a backless dress with cutouts.

Isabella couldn't help but think, 'Since when does Michael start liking this type of glamorous woman? Isn't he always into the pure type like Bianca? Or has his tastes changed?'

But after a few more glances, Isabella couldn't help but frown.

She thought she might be seeing things, realizing this woman seemed to resemble her more.

At that moment, Isabella's appearance caused a stir in the bar, even the people at the bar counter came over just to see her.

"Is it really her, the heiress from the Wilson Family? She's so beautiful and elegant!"

"No wonder there are so many posts about her online. She's the heiress of the Wilson Group, and now she owns half of the Brown Group's shares. After the divorce, she's free from family constraints. It's just too comfortable."

"I really hope I can live a life like that someday."

Isabella had heard enough of the online comments to be numb to them, so she no longer paid attention to them.

What she was focused on now was what that woman was up to. In just a few minutes of chaos, the burly man who was about to hit someone had disappeared.

And the woman Michael had saved was now standing pitifully beside him.

Seeing her approach, the woman consciously stepped aside. "Ms. Taylor, it's not what you think between Mr. Brown and me. He just saved me."

After speaking, she bit her lip and looked at Michael, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

As if if Michael hadn't intervened, she would have been beaten to death by that man.

What she didn't know was that Michael couldn't intervene for her, and besides, he hadn't even had time to act before Isabella arrived.

Isabella recognized this woman, who was a celebrity in the entertainment industry, Amelia Johnson, becoming famous through an adult film. But she lacked talent and hadn't had much popularity since.

However, Isabella wasn't here because she cared about Michael; on the contrary, she cared about whether Michael was clean, as she wanted his child.

If he messed around and got a disease, she would be implicated.

"Isabella, sit over here." Ethan, being very perceptive, got up and offered his seat.

Isabella didn't go over immediately but waited a few seconds until Emilio, who had parked the car, walked in.

She had planned to come alone, but Emilio was worried about her coming to such a place, so he came along.

The booth was large, and the two of them sitting side by side didn't feel crowded.

Seeing Emilio, Michael's face instantly turned cold.

He wished he could punch him to vent his anger and make him stay away from Isabella.

"Isabella, why do you bring him here?" Michael's face was dark, and his voice was deep. His anger was evident on his face.

"Mr. Brown, this is a bar, not your home. If you can come, why can't we? Besides, Emilio is my friend. Isn't it normal for him to accompany me?Aren't you also with someone? " After speaking, Isabella glanced at Amelia beside him, the sarcasm in her smile couldn't be more obvious.

He had the nerve to criticize others when he couldn't control his own desires?

Michael squinted his eyes. "Isabella, did you come here specifically for me?"

"Mr. Brown, you're overthinking. Didn't you see I brought someone? I came here just to relax. Who knew I'd run into you?"

Hearing that, Michael's face turned extremely dark.

Amelia, caught in the middle, looked embarrassed. She had already found out that Michael and Isabella were in the process of divorcing, making this the perfect time for her to win over Michael.

Even if it meant risking offending Isabella, she had to take a chance.

She stepped forward and explained to Isabella, "Ms. Taylor, you really misunderstood. My ex-boyfriend came to cause trouble, and Mr. Brown stepped in to help me. It's really not what you think between us.If you can't stand me, I'll leave right now. "

As she spoke, Amelia's eyes reddened with grievance.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed, and with a slight force, Michael pulled her into his arms.

Amelia gasped in surprise, but seeing it was Michael, she bit her lip and sat beside him.

However, Michael's gaze was fixed on Isabella across from him. "You're right, I did find someone to accompany me. So what?"

Surrounded by Michael's domineering yet pleasant scent, Amelia blushed, letting him hold her hand and obediently leaning on his shoulder.

Isabella had already anticipated seeing Michael being intimate with another woman before she came.

But actually witnessing him disregard her feelings so blatantly, a pang of bitterness spread in her heart.

She must have been crazy to believe he would change.

But at this moment, Michael still wanted to hurt her. "Since you didn't come specifically for me, then please leave. Don't disturb my fun."

Michael's faintly mocking tone seemed to have guessed Isabella's purpose for coming.

Not only did he not care, but he also found it uninteresting.

Isabella gritted her teeth secretly, showing no trace on her face, leaning back with an air of pressure.

Isabella gritted her teeth secretly, showing no trace on her face, leaning back with an air of pressure. "Mr. Brown, you can play with whoever you want, no one dares to stop you. It's just that the place is a bit small, and I'm afraid you can't let loose. If you are short on money, I can use my card to get a room for you two. It's better than performing for others out here, isn't it?"

Hearing that, Michael's brow twitched hard.

However, Isabella's gaze had already shifted to Amelia, with a meaningful smile on her lips. "Ms. Johnson, I have to remind you, you're aiming in the wrong direction!"

"Do you know Bianca?" Isabella deliberately mentioned in front of Michael. "Bianca, the pure type, is what he likes. If you try to seduce him by imitating me, what if he can't perform halfway through?"

"Isabella, who are you saying 'can't perform'?"

"Isabella, what do you mean?" Michael slammed the table in anger.

It was just that one time he finished quickly during their sex, did she have to bring it up in front of everyone?

"Am I wrong?" Isabella sneered.

Sensing the tension between the two rising, Ethan, standing by, quickly stepped in to mediate. "Well, since everyone coincidentally ran into each other and knows each other, why not play a game to lighten the mood? Let's play the most popular drinking game in Evergreen City right now. Draw a ball with a number, if it's odd, the person drink and answer a question. If it's even, they can command anyone in the game to do anything. How about it?"

"

Ethan could see through Michael's actions clearly, who was deliberately using Amelia to provoke Isabella.

But if he pushed too far, Ethan was sure Michael would regret it more than anyone. So he had to use some tactics to keep Isabella here.

Hearing about the game, Isabella raised an eyebrow and turned to ask Emilio beside her, "Emilio, do you want to play?"

Emilio smiled at her, glanced at Michael, and said indulgently, "It's up to you, I'm fine with anything."