Chapter 56
Stella sneered coldly. "I think you've really lost your mind. Clearly, you're the one clinging to Michael. How could it be that Michael doesn't want to divorce you? He's so perfect, so outstanding, why would he want to keep you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Stella's sharp gaze fell on Isabella's neck, and her eyes widened instantly. "What is that on your neck?"
Stella pointed at her, unable to contain her anger.
She wasn't blind.
The marks on Isabella's neck were clearly love bites from a man!
So obvious, so deep.
"How dare you cheat on Michael with another man!" Stella's voice grew louder and louder.
No one knew better than her how much Michael disliked Isabella. He hadn't touched Isabella in three years, so those marks must have been left by another man.
The thought of Isabella having an affair with someone else in the Brown Villa made Stella furious.
Stella was so angry that her hair felt like it was standing on end. Isabella sat in her chair, rubbing her temples helplessly.
She truly admired Stella's lung capacity. At her age, where did she get the energy to yell at her every day?
"The only man in my room is Michael. Even if I were to cheat, I wouldn't do it in front of him, would I?" Isabella said slowly, "Maybe he's part dog, biting all over me, but he's got some skills."
She had realized that whenever she mentioned being intimate with Michael, Stella's face would change dramatically, making her want to laugh.
"It can't be Michael. It must be you. Did you drug him? You wretch, what wouldn't you do to have a child?" Stella's fingers trembled with rage, and she glared at Isabella with fierce eyes.
As if she wanted to kill her.
Last night, Michael had indeed gone to the second floor and hadn't come down. Could it really be...
No, she couldn't let Michael and Isabella be together any longer.
Men were creatures driven by their desires, and Isabella was skilled at seduction. If Michael couldn't resist and ended up with Isabella, she would be finished!
After a moment of thought, Stella called a waiter over, whispered something to him, and then returned to her dignified demeanor as a wealthy lady.
As if nothing had happened.
Moments later, the waiter brought up some tea.
He placed it in front of Isabella, "Miss, this is specially ordered for you by Mrs. Brown. Please try it."
Isabella remained calm, not even glancing at it.
Stella couldn't hold back any longer. She bit her lip and lowered her voice, "Isabella, I was wrong to blame you earlier. But I'm doing this for your own good. You see, Michael has no feelings for you. Why continue to cling to him? Why not get a divorce and free yourself? How about this, take the contract and think it over. I'll talk to Michael as well."
Saying this, Stella personally pushed the cup closer to Isabella, "You haven't eaten anything since you got up early, right? Try the tea here; it tastes really good."
If she didn't bite her lip hard, Isabella feared she might laugh out loud.
Three years had passed, and Stella hadn't learned a thing.
Did Stella think she was a toothless child?
A few words wouldn't fool her.
If she didn't drink the tea, Stella might not be able to proceed with her plans.
Thinking about the people Michael had sent to follow her from the Brown Family this morning, she paused, then picked up the cup of tea in front of her.
A smile curved on her red lips, "Alright, I hope you keep your word!"
With that, she took a sip of the tea.
Seeing her drink the tea, the warmth on Stella's face slowly faded.
Until Isabella collapsed on the table, unconscious.
Stella snorted coldly, then picked up her phone and made a call, "Get more people over here."
After separating from Isabella, Michael went straight to the office.
The project abroad had been handled, but there were more things to deal with domestically.
During the meeting, he kept glancing at his phone.
The people he had sent to follow Isabella hadn't sent any updates. Could something have happened?
The senior executives reporting to him didn't know whether to stop and wait for Michael to refocus or to pretend they hadn't noticed and continue their reports.
Everyone knew Michael was a workaholic.
If there was any mistake in the reports, he would be the first to notice.
He was always serious and meticulous about his work.
This kind of distraction was rare, and they had never seen it before.
The reporting continued, but the voices were quieter.
A notification sound rang out, and Michael immediately looked over.
[Mr. Brown, Mrs. Isabella Brown went to see Mrs. Stella Brown. They are now dining together in a restaurant.]
A simple message, but Michael's face twisted.
Isabella and Stella, dining together?
Michael knew how much Stella disliked Isabella. The idea of them sitting together for a meal, especially with Isabella initiating it, seemed absurd.
Michael was contemplating whether to call and ask when his phone flashed again.
It was an anonymous message.
It contained several photos.
He frowned and opened them, and got shocked.
In the photos, a woman was completely naked, her waterfall-like hair spread out on white sheets, her face deliberately covered.
There was a caption below: [Mrs. Brown's body is really soft.]
Michael's anger flared, and he stood up abruptly, his face dark as he strode out.
No one in the meeting room dared to ask a single question, fearing they might provoke Michael.
Michael went straight to the underground parking lot, staring at the descending elevator numbers, his fingers turning white from the pressure.
His anger was almost consuming all his reason and calm.
Once in the car, he called his subordinate to get Isabella's location and sped towards the destination.
Isabella, how dare she!
Last night, she had been so repulsed when he touched her, and now, early in the morning, she used the excuse of meeting Stella to fool around with another man?
Did she think that by pushing him to this extent, he would let go?
She better give up.
On the road, a black shadow sped by, and Michael's reason was almost entirely consumed by his anger. He just wanted to see Isabella immediately.
Meanwhile, in the restaurant's private room.
Isabella sat in her chair, shaking a teacup in her hand, looking coldly at the strong men in front of her. "Stop pretending. You're all as strong as bulls. Harder!"
The strong men knelt in front of Isabella, wearing only thin underwear. Hearing Isabella's command, their faces turned pale. They covered their groins with one hand and slapped their faces hard with the other.
As they slapped, they cursed themselves as Isabella commanded.