Chapter 57
Seeing this, Isabella's expression finally softened a bit as she took a sip of tea.
She thought Stella had some sophisticated tricks up her sleeve.
It turned out she just found a few men to strip her clothes and take photos of her "sleeping with" other men in public.
The men she found did fit Isabella's aesthetic, but they were not tough enough.
They were knocked down in just a few rounds.
Not even enough for her to practice on.
As soon as Stella made that phone call, she had secretly spat out the tea in her mouth, waiting for those men to come in.
Before they could react, she had already subdued them on the ground.
She hadn't practiced martial arts for over ten years for nothing.
Suddenly, urgent footsteps were heard outside. Isabella put down her teacup, guessed who it was, and a slow smile appeared on her lips.
Finally, they were here.
The real show was about to begin.
The then the men kneeling on the ground watched as Isabella, who had just beaten them to the ground, stood up, tore her clothes, messed up her hair, and made her eyes red.
Her face showed a look of panic, as if she had suffered a great grievance.
The men were still stunned, wondering what she was up to.
Immediately after, the door behind them was kicked open.
A tall figure, full of anger, walked in.
Michael had already imagined the scene he would see before coming, but seeing it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.
.
He felt anger and rage. He wanted to strangle her.
The men on the ground looked at Isabella, then at Michael, not knowing how to explain.
Michael gritted his teeth, "Isabella, I really underestimated you. You like to play so much that you called four male models at once to satisfy you?"
Before Isabella could speak, the men kneeling on the ground turned pale with fright and shook their heads frantically.
They were wronged!
The photos were fake, and the messages were sent by Isabella.
They thought they had taken a quick money job, but ended up getting beaten, locked up, and now caught by Michael.
Isabella looked like she was insulted and uncomfortable. She bit her lip, and tears fell one by one after holding them back for a while. "Michael, are you blind? Clearly, it's Stella who can't make peace with me. I came to see her out of kindness, but she drugged me and found so many men to lock me in a room. If I hadn't discovered it in time, you would have seen me being..." She didn't say the rest.
Isabella cried, covering her face with her hands. "Michael, I haven't even divorced you yet, and your family treats me like this. Now you're blaming me? You... you're too much!"
Afraid of getting exposed, she didn't dare to look Michael in the eye.
Her words weighed heavily on Michael's heart.
He didn't know the truth and almost wronged her.
Seeing her cry so sadly, a part of his heart felt a sharp pain.
Noticing the guilt on Michael's face, Isabella walked straight to him and, under everyone's gaze, slapped him!
Isabella finally vented her anger.
But her face still showed a look of grievance, as if she was about to cry. "You and Stella are the same. If she thinks I'm clinging to the Brown Family and won't leave, she should just say so. No need to humiliate me like this. And you, I know you don't want to have children with me, but you shouldn't use such vicious means against me!"
She raised her head, her eyes filled with deep hatred, "Michael, let me tell you, the father of my child doesn't have to be you. I can find whoever I want, and none of you can control me!"
Michael was stunned by the slap, and by the time he reacted, Isabella had already left the room.
She ran in a hurry, as if she didn't want to stay by his side for even a minute.
Ignoring the burning pain on his face, Michael instructed his subordinate who had followed, "Follow her, prioritize her safety."
Then, he looked at the mess in the room and the four men kneeling on the ground.
His brow furrowed tightly.
He had cleared the entire floor, and now no one could get in.
As Michael approached step by step, the four men on the ground didn't dare to move.
It wasn't that Michael did anything, but his natural oppressive aura made people feel suffocated.
Michael sat in the seat Isabella had just occupied, touching the teacup she had used, his voice cold as ice, "Who sent you?"
The men kept their heads down, too scared to lift them, stammering, "It was Mrs. Stella Brown!"
Michael's face turned completely dark.
It really was Stella who sent them.
Damn it!
Thinking about the things he said when he first came in, the marks on Isabella's body, and the tears that fell from her eyes, Michael felt a pang of heartache.
He shouldn't have questioned her like that without finding out the truth.
No wonder she was so angry and wanted to hit him; he deserved it.
Now he just wanted to find her. She had just gone through such an ordeal, and he was afraid she might do something impulsive.
Just as he was about to get up, a subordinate came in from outside. Seeing him about to leave, he looked at the kneeling men with some difficulty, "Mr. Brown, what should we do with them?"
The men on the ground were trembling and begging for mercy.
Their faces were swollen from the slaps, their legs were numb from kneeling, and they thought they had taken an easy job, only to almost lose their lives.
Michael glanced coldly, "Don't let me see them in Evergreen City again!"
The subordinate took the order, "Yes, Mr. Brown."
Just as Michael was about to drive to catch up with Isabella, the subordinate he had sent to follow her in the morning called. "Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown changed her route, and we lost her."
Michael punched the steering wheel, "Useless!"
Isabella's emotions were clearly unstable just now, and with no one by her side, if she acted impulsively... he couldn't bear to think about it.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, Stella called him. "Michael, this time I really caught that bitch Isabella cheating. She was out fooling around with several men at once, not even leaving a piece of clothing on. Why are you still keeping a woman like Isabella? I'm telling you, the Brown Family can't tolerate such a promiscuous woman. You should divorce her immediately!"
Stella had arranged everything, just waiting for Michael to agree and then completely kick Isabella out of the Brown Family.
Unexpectedly, Michael's icy voice came through the phone, "Mom, how long are you going to keep pretending? Didn't you plan this whole thing?"
Stella was stunned.
She wasn't shocked that Michael found out, but that her own son Michael would speak to her in such a cold tone.
She immediately became nervous, "Michael, have you been bewitched by that bitch Isabella again? How could I possibly do such a thing?"