Chapter 61

After that, Isabella was taken to the countryside by Daniel.

But the village had long been abandoned, with only dilapidated houses left. Apart from the bare walls, there was nothing left.

No matter how capable Aaron was, it was impossible to find any traces in a bunch of empty houses.

But when faced with Michael's questioning, he couldn't really say he found nothing, or his career would be over.

"I found something. Mrs. Brown's identity is that of a mysterious race car driver. The recent hot news online is all about Mrs. Brown." Aaron had no other choice but to stall for time.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

It was obvious that Michael already knew about this.

"I already know that. Continue to intensify the investigation," Michael said, clearly angry.

"Understood, Mr. Brown!" Aaron quickly responded, "I'll immediately assign more people."

"Wait!" Michael exhaled deeply. For some reason, he had a nagging feeling.

Isabella might really be connected to the Wilson Family!

Not because of Thomas, but because in Evergreen City, the fact that they couldn't find any information about Isabella itself indicated a problem.

Moreover, the place Isabella went to back then was in the eastern part of Valoria.

And the eastern part of Valoria was the Wilson Family's sphere of influence.

Besides the Wilson Family, he couldn't think of anyone else who had the ability to erase all of Isabella's past.

Even if the Brown Family intervened, they wouldn't be able to find a single trace.

Or perhaps, she had always been by his side.

He just hadn't noticed her other identity.

"Mr. Brown?" Not hearing anything for a long time, Aaron thought Michael wasn't talking to him earlier.

"Find a photo of Solterra Gambling King Mr. Wilson, from any period, and send it to me." Michael ordered in a deep voice.

Aaron, on the other end of the phone, was so scared he almost stuttered, "Mr. Brown, you don't mean... the Gambling King Mr. Wilson who was undefeated at the Golden Nexus twenty years ago?"

"Yes, him. Find the photo; I need it." Michael said.

Aaron wiped his sweat. He didn't know what was going on with Michael lately; the tasks he assigned were getting more and more difficult.

Now Michael was even looking for someone like the Gambling King.

But where was he supposed to find it?

The Gambling King's real name was Daniel Wilson.

He was also Aaron's childhood idol, and Aaron had even collected various legendary stories about him.

There were quite a few movies based on him back then.

Aaron had only seen some of his personal stories in old newspapers, which even had a photo attached. But the photography technology back then couldn't make high-definition photos.

It was said that he was a stunningly handsome man in his youth. Because of his exceptional abilities, courage, and vision, he caught the eye of a local overlord and married the overlord's daughter.

After that, Daniel took over the overlord's business and gradually rose to his current position.

But Daniel had stepped down twenty years ago and had never appeared again.

Investigating Daniel was very difficult.

Aaron wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

The next morning.

Michael parked his car in front of the garden villa where Isabella was currently living.

Strangely enough, when Bianca's family lived here, he had never visited once.

But now, looking at this historically rich house, all he could think of were images of Isabella and Grace.

Isabella's mother, Grace, was a gentle-looking, elegant woman.

Isabella's personality was the exact opposite.

She had a fiery temper.

Isabella might not even remember that he had once lived nearby for a while.

Back then, before Bianca appeared, they went to school together, fed cats in the alley, and Isabella even gave him a cat-head doll.

He took her to the river to catch small fish.

Their laughter used to echo in every corner of this area. But why had they come to this point now?

Like familiar strangers, knowing each other well yet separated by an insurmountable barrier.

Inside the house, Isabella had gotten up early.

She received a call from Aiden, asking her to go to the Brown Group today.

Aiden said there was something important to discuss with her.

Isabella guessed it was about the shares. She had secretly missed the appointment with Aiden's lawyer yesterday, and today she couldn't escape Aiden's direct order.

She had to go.

If Michael agreed to divorce her and let her give up her inheritance of the Brown Group, it wouldn't be a bad thing for her.

Thinking of this, Isabella put on beautiful makeup and stepped out in high heels.

As soon as she walked out the door, she saw the conspicuous black sports car parked grandly at the entrance.

Isabella knew who it was.

She was about to pretend she didn't see it and turn away.

Michael stuck his head out of the car window, revealing a handsome face. "Aren't you going to the Brown Group? Come on, I'll give you a ride!"

Isabella gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. She really didn't want to see him this early in the morning.

She didn't want Michael to ruin her good mood.

She rolled her eyes. "No need, I have my own car!"

Michael raised an eyebrow, glanced at the passersby attracted by his horn, and smirked. "Are you sure you don't need a ride? I just saw quite a few reporters heading this way. You're the legendary racing queen. How long do you think it will take them to reach your doorstep"

"You..." Isabella's face changed before she could finish her sentence.

She quickly opened Michael's car door and got in. "Drive, unless you want to be the center of a big news story. I don't!"

Seeing her swiftly buckle her seatbelt, Michael's eyes curved with satisfaction. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped away from the villa like a flash.

By the time the reporters arrived with their equipment, Michael had already taken Isabella away from the villa.

On the road, Isabella looked at Michael, who was sitting very close to her, and the unique scent that occasionally wafted from him.

She coughed uncomfortably. "Let me make it clear, I only got in your car to avoid the reporters."

"Perfect, we can also discuss the divorce agreement." Michael glanced at her slightly reddened ears, feeling inexplicably pleased.

With a faint smile, he said, "Alright, as you wish. The traffic might be heavy at this time, so we can talk as long as you want."

Isabella looked at him as if she had seen a ghost, frowning deeply.

Was this still the Michael she knew?

The divorce terms she had prepared to say were stuck in her throat. Seeing Michael's amicable demeanor, Isabella felt something was off.

She decided to keep quiet.

Turning to look out the window, she didn't want to be played by him again.