Chapter 18

Michael felt a sudden surge of anger.

Michael's eyes were cold and deep. "Who gave you the guts to gather here and fight, injuring Bianca? What do you take the Brown Family's dignity for?"

Seeing that Michael was protecting her, Bianca cried and fell into Michael's arms.

Not only did Michael not refuse, but he also reached out and held Bianca.

He looked extremely distressed for Bianca.

Isabella's face was expressionless. She had already decided to divorce Michael, and she wouldn't be affected by whoever he was with.

She stepped forward, met his gaze, and spoke calmly, "You're wrong. The Brown Family's dignity was lost the moment you abandoned Grandpa's birthday party for her. Do you not feel shameless blaming me now?"

Isabella's tone was light, her gaze meeting Michael's without any retreat.

Everyone knew that normally, no one at the company dared to look Michael in the eye.

Isabella wasn't afraid of him at all.

She even confronted him face to face.

Everyone around couldn't help but gasp.

Olivia was almost furious watching this. She reached out and tugged Isabella's hand.

Olivia knew how much Isabella liked Michael, but Michael had trampled on Isabella's dignity for Bianca, protecting that shameless Bianca in front of Isabella.

Isabella must be feeling so hurt right now.

Isabella knew Olivia was feeling sorry for her and gave her a look, signaling her not to interfere.

This was between her and Michael. Others could help temporarily, but not forever. Everything depended on her.

Michael saw through her thoughts, a shadow passing over his eyes. "Since you know her place in my heart, you shouldn't have hurt her."

"So, you want to hit me back for her?" Isabella looked at him quietly.

She wanted to see how far he would go to favor Bianca.

Michael smirked, his eyes downcast, not looking at her. "I don't hit women. Since you started it, I'll leave it to the police to handle."

Since she was determined to leave him and the Brown Family, he would let her taste what it was like to be unprotected.

After suffering, she would come back begging him.

Hearing about the police, the girl who had called them earlier stepped out. "Mr. Brown, leave this to me. I already called. My brother is the captain there. I'll make sure she goes in and doesn't come out."

The speaker was Layla Scott from the Scott Family.

The Scott Family needed the Brown Family in business, so she naturally wanted to impress Michael.

If she could help her family, it would be a great achievement.

Michael neither agreed nor refused.

Everyone assumed he had tacitly agreed.

The next second, Michael suddenly bent down and picked up Bianca, walking towards the door.

Everyone was stunned, and some even whistled.

Bianca took the opportunity to cast a triumphant glance at Isabella.

Everyone knew what that meant.

When they looked at Isabella, their eyes were full of mockery.

Only Isabella herself didn't care about it at all. She turned to her friends and said, "The disgusting people are gone. We can continue having fun."

Everyone thought Isabella had really moved on, but only she knew how much it hurt to see Michael's distressed look when he picked up Bianca.

She had warned herself not to think about him anymore when she walked out of the Brown Family's door.

But when he spoke up to send her to the police for Bianca, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Olivia came over, her face full of concern and worry. "Isabella, are you really okay?"

How could Michael be so bad? Isabella was such a good wife, yet he ignored her and treated Bianca like a treasure.

Was Michael blind?

If she wasn't afraid of upsetting Isabella, she would have gone up and punched Michael.

Isabella shook her head and smiled indifferently. "I'm fine. If he likes a woman like Bianca, it's his problem. Why should I waste my life on him? Didn't you find me so many male models? I haven't even finished picking!"

"You still have the mood to look for male models? I think you should think about how to avoid getting beaten up in jail. Mr. Brown just said he wouldn't let you go for hitting Bianca." With Michael as her backing, Layla now saw Isabella as an abandoned woman.

She could bully Isabella as much as she wanted.

As she finished speaking, the piercing sound of police sirens came from outside The Velvet Lounge.

Seeing this, Isabella laughed.

She stood there, not a trace of fear on her face, instead squinting at Layla, the woman who had called the police on her. "You're the first one who dare to arrest me."

Layla sneered, "So what if I arrest you? I'll not only send you to jail but also make sure you suffer. Of all people, you had to mess with Bianca, Mr. Brown's favorite. Do you think a country bumpkin like you can touch her?"

In Evergreen City, Michael's word could make someone disappear.

Isabella was courting death by angering Michael.

"Fine, remember what you said now. I hope you can still say the same when we meet again."

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, two uniformed officers walked in quickly. "Who called the police?"

Layla hurried over, explained the situation, and then pointed at Isabella.

Isabella didn't explain anything. She walked over and said to the officers, "I hit her. Let's go. I'll cooperate."

"Isabella, don't make a fuss this late." Olivia gave her a look.

She wasn't worried about Isabella but about the chaos that would ensue once these people found out Isabella's true identity.

The whole police station would be in an uproar.

Isabella was in a bad mood now, and she wanted to spend more time with her.

But Isabella waved her hand, "It's fine. Let some people have their wish. I'll handle this. You stay and continue having fun. Don't waste the men you hired. I'll be back soon."

Seeing Isabella insist on going, Olivia felt even more sorry for her.

She understood why Isabella was so determined. Michael had embarrassed her in front of everyone and threatened her with the police.

Even though she could settle this with a word, Michael wanted to intervene.

So she had to go to the police station.

But now she was worried about Layla's intelligence.

Layla also heard their conversation and sneered, "Back soon? Do you think the police station is your living room, where you can come and go as you please?"

She had already informed her brother, Mason Scott. Once Isabella was in, she would make sure she suffered.

Isabella said nothing, got into the car, and went to the police station with the officers.

Layla, using her privilege, drove ahead.