Chapter 63

Isabella instinctively looked at Michael beside her, her eyes filled with immense shock.

But Michael remained calm; he was clearly aware of this contract.

Isabella was even more confused.

She knew how much Michael cared about this heir position.

For the past three years, he had devoted almost all his time to work to secure his position as the CEO, which was why Aiden was satisfied to hand over the group to him.

But now, he didn't say a word.

"Isabella, just sign it after you read it." Aiden urged her, and the assistant behind him handed over a pen.

"Grandpa, no, I can't sign this contract!" Isabella decisively refused.

Aiden had mentioned this to her before, but she thought it was just a joke to annoy Michael.

At that time, she was heartbroken and agreed casually just to make Michael uncomfortable.

But now, to accept half of the Brown Group's interests, she couldn't do it.

That would be too selfish, and it would betray Aiden's trust.

Because she was still going to divorce Michael.

Aiden smiled, "Isabella, this is my gift to you. Just consider it a small present, don't stress too much about it."

Isabella wanted to explain, but Aiden shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with it. If it weren't for you when I fell ill on the street, I would have died long ago. You've been wronged in the Brown Family all these years; consider this my compensation, okay? Signing this contract doesn't mean you have to manage the entire group. You just sit at home and collect money. If there's anything at the company, let Michael handle it. You can come and inspect from time to time."

Aiden's words made Isabella even more confused.

Aiden said, "Don't think too much, just sign it."

Michael's body was close to hers, and he whispered in her ear, "Grandpa already convinced them before we came. If you don't sign now, you're questioning his authority, which will make him lose face."

Isabella felt a sense of helplessness, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Her mind went blank.

So much so that she was dazed about what happened next and how the meeting ended quickly.

After Aiden left, Michael took her to his office.

As the door closed, Isabella became more alert and shook off his hand, "Michael, why did you say those things to me? Why didn't you stop it?"

She didn't understand why Michael transferred his shares to her too.

He was the heir to the Brown Group.

In their three years of marriage, she had seen him fight step by step to secure this position.

What did he want exactly?

"Why should I stop it?" Michael looked at her quietly, stepping closer, "You want to divorce me and take half of my assets. Now I'm giving you everything, including my status and wealth. Do you still think I don't care about you? Do you still want to divorce me?"

He held her shoulders and asked her calmly.

Isabella's heart trembled, and she bit her lip hard, "You mean you knew the contents of this contract all along, and this is just a trap!"

Isabella thought, 'Michael, to avoid divorce, you even used the group's interests, which you value most, as part of your plan.'

Michael didn't deny it; he indeed knew Aiden's intentions and didn't oppose them. "This is the best way. You'll have everything you want, nothing will change, and you can continue being Mrs. Brown."

She felt uneasy because everything in the Brown Family had nothing to do with her.

Now he was giving her everything in the Brown Group, including himself. From now on, half of the Brown Group's money would flow into her exclusive account.

There was no greater sense of security than this.

"Michael, don't impose your thoughts on me. I'm not you; I don't need these things, and I'm not interested in the Brown Group's assets." Isabella was furious. When had she ever said she wanted anything from the Brown Group?

All she wanted was the half of the assets he should give her. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If I sign this contract, it will become your best defense in the divorce. Not only will I not get any compensation, but everyone will say I coveted the Brown Family's assets."

There was no such good thing in this world.

Especially when it came to Michael.

Isabella slowly realized and saw through Michael's true intentions.

Michael was scheming, and his methods were endless.

She would never believe he would do something like giving away his money.

"In your heart, am I really that kind of person?" Michael's face darkened, and his chest heaved with anger at Isabella's baseless accusations.

He yanked off his tie and threw it on the sofa, "No matter what you think, as long as I don't agree, you can forget about getting a divorce!"

"Michael, who do you think you are? I will divorce you no matter what. Just wait and see!" Isabella raised her voice.

Michael still wanted to use such shameless tactics to trap her. No way.

Isabella threw the contract she had been clutching all the way at him and strode out.

Michael grabbed Isabella from behind, threw her onto the sofa, and took off his suit jacket, pressing down on her.

Fortunately, the door was tightly closed; otherwise, it would have caused quite a stir if people outside saw it.

"Isabella, what are you fussing about? You want money, I'll give it to you. I'm giving you myself too. What more do you want?" Michael frowned, his deep eyes reflecting Isabella's struggling and angry face.

"Let go." Isabella looked up and met Michael's eyes. For the first time, she saw a rare emotion in his eyes.

It was confusion and reluctance.

She struggled even more, as if she couldn't wait to escape from Michael. "Michael, you promised that as long as I cooperated with the act, you wouldn't go too far."

She didn't dare to look at him again. Michael was the man she had loved for over ten years. The emotions in his eyes were what she had longed for all these years.

But she had been deceived by him for three years. She couldn't let herself be swayed by a reluctant look from Michael.

She had already given up on him.

She saw clearly what kind of person he was.

She shouldn't let herself be deceived again, nor did she want to be hurt again.

Michael's gaze was intense. Ignoring her resistance, he leaned down and kissed her.

His lips gently pressed against hers, a light touch that calmed her emotions.

Finally, he rested his forehead against hers, and gently embraced her, letting out a low sigh, "Isabella."

At that moment, something seemed to crack in her heart.