Chapter 98
As soon as Michael left, the staffs outside the office started gossiping.
"I didn't see it wrong, did I? Are those scratch marks on Mr. Brown's neck? And his mouth, were they that intense?"
"Ms. Taylor sure doesn't hold back when she gets physical."
"Look at Mr. Brown's expression, he doesn't seem angry at all, he looks happy."
At this moment, inside the office, Isabella patted her flushed face and looked towards the door, making a silent resolution.
She would never let Michael's words easily affect her again.
Thinking of something, Isabella picked up her phone and dialed Emilio. "Emilio, do you have time? Let's have dinner tonight to celebrate your first day at the company."
"Really? How could I miss that? Just send me the location." Emilio's voice was gentle and polite, with a hint of indulgenc
But the two had been friends for many years, and Emilio was always gentle and mature with everyone, so Isabella was used to it.
After agreeing on the time and place, Isabella hung up and leaned back in her chair.
She let out a heavy sigh, thinking she was so useless just know. She was clearly about to divorce him, but she still had feelings for him.
Whether physically or emotionally, she couldn't lie to herself.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Isabella left home with her makeup perfectly done. Before leaving, she thought of Michael's annoying comment that she would definitely look for him, and found it laughable.
Isabella deliberately took a photo in front of the mirror and posted it online.
Isabella: [Got plans tonight.]
Thinking that Michael might be waiting for her at home alone at this time while she was out having fun, Isabella felt a great sense of satisfaction.
Isabella guessed right, Michael had canceled his plans early today and returned to their marital home.
Seeing her post online, he was just about to step into the bathroom.
Michael's eyes darkened. 'Isabella has plans? She even put on makeup and a dress, who is she meeting?'
The next second, the man he saw during the day, Emilio, flashed in his mind.
Isabella took it so seriously, could they be spending a wonderful night together after dinner?
The more Michael thought about it, the angrier he got.
In a well-atmosphered themed restaurant, Isabella was resting her face on her hand, listening with great interest to Emilio recounting their past fun times.
Isabella's face was glowing with a bright smile, and under her coat was a red dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, making her especially attractive under the lights.
Emilio was witty and humorous, and he knew Isabella well. No matter what she mentioned, he could always make her laugh.
Isabella also felt that she had become much more cheerful since she asked Michael for a divorce.
She was no longer the Isabella who was anxious when Michael didn't come home.
All the signs showed that leaving him was the right choice.
Their marriage was something she had forced, and now it was time to let go.
They chatted and ate, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
But Michael sent her a message at this moment.
Michael: [If I don't see you in half an hour, the video will automatically be posted online.]
A short video followed the text.
Just looking at the video thumbnail, Isabella was stunned.
It showed a face lost in desire, eyes blurred, lips tightly bitten-it was clearly her.
Looking at the setting inside, it was from that night at the Brown Villa, when Michael had forced her.
Isabella's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and she cursed in her head, 'Michael, that bastard, was he a pervert to record during sex?'
Isabella: [Michael, you dare to post it and see what happens!]
Isabella was not only furious but also filled with hatred for Michael.
With this in his hands, she wouldn't have a peaceful night's sleep.
Michael, relying on the "leverage" he had, behaved more and more arrogantly.
Michael: [Now you have twenty-eight minutes left. Don't test my patience, you know I can do it.]
Isabella: [Michael, you madman!]
Isabella knew his nature well, he would do what he said.
But she wasn't just herself now; she represented the entire Wilson Group's image. So this kind of video absolutely couldn't appear online.
Even more terrifying was if Daniel saw it, she wouldn't know how to explain it. Gritting her teeth, she could only take a step back.
Sensing her face change, Emilio poured her a glass of water, showing concern. "What's wrong?"
Isabella's face showed guilt. "Emilio, I can't have dinner with you tonight. Can we reschedule?"
After all, she was the one who suggested dinner, and now she was the one leaving.
Isabella felt embarrassed to say it.
But if she didn't return to the Brown Villa now, she really couldn't hold out against Michael.
Emilio shook his head good-naturedly. "It's okay. If you have something to do, just go back. It's late, I'll take you."
He said as he was about to get up, but Isabella quickly stopped him. "No, I can go back myself. It's already bad enough to leave you here alone, I can't trouble you to take me."
"You take your time eating, I'll leave first." Isabella didn't let him get up, she grabbed her coat and bag and quickly left the restaurant.
The car arrived at the Brown Villa at a very fast speed.
Looking at the lit room on the second floor, Isabella's teeth were almost grinding to pieces.
She wanted to see what Michael wanted to do.
Only a nightlight was on in the hall, and Isabella headed straight to the second-floor bedroom, pushing the door open.
Michael was standing by the window in a dark bathrobe. Hearing the noise, he turned around, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Not bad, you're quite punctual."
Isabella's anger shot straight to her head, she slammed the door shut and walked up to him, extending her hand. "Where is it? Delete it in front of me now! This is illegal, believe it or not, I'll sue you for invading my privacy!"
Michael sneered. "I'm filming my own wife, how is that illegal? This is clearly a couple game, even if you call the cop, it won't help."
Smelling Emilio's cologne, Michael wrinkled his nose. "Go wash up and come out."
Isabella then remembered his true intention.
'Is he addicted to sex? Does the afternoon's desire last until now?' She thought.
But she wouldn't let him have his way, she hoped he would suffer from holding it in.
"No way! I'm warning you, delete the video now, or I'll call Grandpa over and see if you still..."
Michael picked her up and strode into the bathroom. "Call him now, if you like excitement, I can get more people to watch."
"Michael, you pervert, you bastard, let me go."
"Alright, I'll let you go." Michael suddenly let go, and Isabella, unprepared, fell into the filled bathtub.
She was still wearing her clothes, feeling extremely uncomfortable being soaked.
Just as her hand reached the edge of the tub, Michael's body, like a mountain, pressed down on her, firmly trapping her in his grasp.