Chapter 94

Looking at Tyrell in front of him, Michael was filled with rage.

'Is he more handsome than me? What does Isabella see in him? Is it his charm or his ability to make her laugh?' Just thinking about how happy she had just smiled at Tyrell made Michael curse under his breath.?

They had been married for three years, and she had never smiled at him like that.

Tyrell was taken aback by the question, but when he looked at Isabella, his eyes were full of admiration.

He replied firmly, "I do like Ms. Taylor, but I would never try to seduce her. What I admire about her is her unique charm, her talent, her innocence and liveliness, and her innate confidence. Of course, if I ever have the honor of winning Ms. Taylor's favor, I will work very hard to support her, become her most trusted partner, and give her the happiness she desires."

Just now, Tyrell had already lost his heart to Isabella.

It was the first time he had met someone who moved him so much.

Just hearing her voice made him feel enveloped in a romantic atmosphere, eager to win her affection and love.

He hadn't expected this confession to come so urgently and suddenly, and even expressed his admiration for her in front of Michael.

Olivia, standing outside, was wide-eyed.

Isabella was equally shocked. She had only given Tyrell some advice and chatted with him a bit. Had she really won him over just like that?

Whether it was true or not, this confession had given her a sense of satisfaction in front of Michael.

The whole world didn't revolve around him; she was also liked and appreciated by others.

But this act was nothing short of a direct provocation to Michael.

Isabella was his, and Tyrell dared to confess to her in front of him? He should consider the consequence.

If he hadn't witnessed the whole process himself, seeing that they had only chatted and nothing more, he could have made Tyrell disappear from Evergreen City overnight.

But now, he suddenly wanted to change his idea.

"Hearing you say that, I suddenly realize Isabella had so many good qualities." Michael paused, a wicked smile curling at his lips. He grabbed Isabella by the waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her in front of everyone, making sure it was loud and intimate. "But you have no chance. She's already my wife."

Tyrell's face changed, but before he could speak, Michael's eyes turned sharp, declaring his dominance.

"Don't let me see you in front of her again, or I can destroy you with just one word." After saying that, Michael let go of Isabella and strode out of the room.

The bodyguards, worried he might do something else, followed him outside to keep watch.

Tyrell looked at Isabella, blushing, and then went outside.

After the commotion in the restroom, Isabella leaned weakly against the wall, gasping for breath.

Michael had just forcefully kissed her in front of everyone, ignoring her resistance.

If he hadn't grabbed her chin, she would have bitten him extremely.

"Isabella, you and Michael..." Olivia was stunned by their actions, from seeing them embrace when she opened the door to Michael's domineering kiss just now.

She couldn't wrap her head around it.

Isabella really didn't want to hear Michael's name right now. She took a deep breath and waved at Olivia. "Olivia, can I explain it to you later? I just want to go home now."

"Alright, I'll take you." Olivia understood her. Michael was simply too erratic. How could he be so cold to Isabella before the divorce and then cling to her afterward?

"Isabella, should we tell Tyrell? He's still waiting for you to help design his image," Olivia added.

Tyrell suddenly liking Isabella had also left Olivia bewildered.

But putting that aside, they had promised to help him, so they should keep their words.

Isabella pursed her lips and thought for a moment.

Although the situation was chaotic, Tyrell's sincere confession had indeed helped her regain her lost dignity in front of Michael.

But she knew Michael's temper better than anyone. He hadn't acted out because she and Tyrell had done nothing wrong, but if they got too close, there was no guarantee he wouldn't go after Tyrell.

She couldn't let her momentary softness harm Tyrell. "Olivia, let's forget about it. I've already given him the necessary advice, and if I really help him, it would be like harming him. But if he has any financial difficulties, he can come to me."

Debts of gratitude had to be repaid, but not now. In a month, she would truly be free.

The next day, a very distinguished patient appeared at a private men's clinic.

Michael, dressed in a luxurious black suit with a matching coat, looked even more imposing with his tall and strong build.

The assistant saw him and quickly led Michael to the specialist's office.

They had even worked overtime today just to wait for him.

Isabella thought he had any performance issues, so today he would prove to her whether his body was really as she said.

The hospital staff served only him, speeding up all the tests.

In less than twenty minutes, the test results were in Michael's hands.

Seeing that every indicator was above average, Michael left with the report in a great mood.

At the Wilson Group, Isabella was in her office, dealing with the backlog of work from the past few days. When she was just about to take a sip of water to relax, Jesse walked in with a courier envelope.

Isabella was puzzled. "I didn't order anything. Whose package is it?"

Jesse pointed to the name on it, sure he hadn't made a mistake. "It has your name on it. The sender didn't fill in their information, but it looks like a document. Could it be a contract from a partner company?"

"Alright, give it to me." Thinking it was a business contract, Isabella didn't think much of it. She tore open the envelope and pulled out the contents.

"A male reproductive health report!" Looking closely, the name on it was Michael.

She almost spat out the tea she had just drunk.

She had used his number to make an appointment at the men's clinic just to vent her anger, and he actually went.

And he had a whole stack of reports done. Could Michael really have a problem?

Since the report was in her hands, she might as well look at it. If there was an issue, she could stop the plan to have children in time.

Just as she was about to flip through it, Jesse's gaze fell on the report.

Isabella covered it with her hand and cleared her throat. "Jesse, you can go back to work."