Chapter 102

The graceful figure, the familiar profile, and that stunning red dress, which made her look like Isabella extremely.

Shaking his head at the thought, Michael dismissed it.

Isabella was probably already at the company meeting up with Emilio; there was no way she could be here.

Thinking of that, Michael poured himself another glass of wine.

Just as he was about to drink, a sexy woman suddenly appeared beside him.

Holding a glass of red wine, she swayed her hips and stood in front of him, her red lips parting slightly. "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

As she spoke, the woman had already seated herself across from him. It was clear she was there for him.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who bore a slight resemblance to Isabella, and that eye-catching, sexy, cut-out mermaid red dress.

Michael squinted, realizing he had just mistaken her for Isabella.

Now that Isabella was busy with Emilio, she had probably forgotten all about him.

"Sure." Michael's eyes were deep, his voice indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Hearing his response, the woman smiled, leaned forward to clink glasses with him, her ample breasts pressing against the table, giving him a full view if he just looked down.

"Isn't it boring to drink alone at this hour? Want to join me?" The woman said.

"Join you in what?" Michael leaned back, the strong liquor he had just consumed adding a touch of gloom to his eyes.

If her earlier approach was casual, her current actions were a blatant attempt to seduce him.

Sensing that Michael hadn't explicitly rejected her, the woman leaned closer, her voice sultry and enticing. "Of course, to have some fun together, just the two of us. I guarantee you'll like it."

Michael smiled coldly, downed his drink, his eyes turning icy. "Really? How dare you say that?"?"

Unfazed, the woman reached out to play with Michael's tie, only to have her wrist caught by Michael, his gaze chilling to the bone. "Stay away from me!"

The woman was startled, her body stiffening, but to onlookers, it appeared as a flirtatious gesture between the two.

And Michael didn't resist, even seemed to enjoy it.

Not far away, a uniformed person glanced over and immediately dialed Isabella's number.

At that moment, Isabella was at the company discussing the Wilson Group's three-year plan with Emilio when her phone rang.

The caller's voice was low. "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Brown is at the bar."

Isabella was taken aback. "Forget it. It's not the first time."

In the years they had been married, Michael often went to bars when he didn't come home at night, and she had run into him at nightclubs several times.

Michael probably had memberships at all the bars in Evergreen City by now.

The subordinate cautiously added, "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Brown is currently sitting with a well-known sexy actress from the entertainment industry, and they seem very close."

Hearing this, Isabella's face immediately turned cold.

She thought he had changed his ways today, but he had gone to a bar to mess around with someone else.

Why should she have to listen to him during their divorce period, with all the check-ups and preparations for pregnancy, while he could go out and have fun? Was he in such a hurry to find a replacement after sending Bianca away?

Furious, Isabella clenched the project plan in her hand tightly, thinking she wouldn't swallow this anger.

Ethan made a sharp turn and parked his motorcycle outside the bar.

Holding his helmet, he strode inside.

When Michael called him, he had just finished two races, but the highway was far from the city, so by the time he arrived, it was half an hour past the agreed time.

When Ethan walked over, Michael had already drunk a lot, with an empty row of bottles in front of him.

"Mr. Brown, what kind of emotional crisis have you encountered to be this upset?" Ethan mocked.

The only one who could drive Michael to drink like this was Isabella, who was pushing for a divorce.

But what intrigued Ethan was what kind of trick Isabella had used that left Michael with no options.

Seeing Ethan, Michael's eyes lifted slightly. "Sit down and drink, don't ask questions you shouldn't."

Ethan complied and sat down, even if Michael didn't say, he could guess. It must be Isabella who had angered him again.

Thinking of the previously unremarkable Isabella, who suddenly revealed her identity as the Wilson Family's heiress before the divorce, even he was shocked.

Let alone Michael, who had been kept in the dark for three years.

However, Michael was still reasonable. Isabella's insistence on divorcing Michael was ultimately Michael's own doing.

He didn't cherish Isabella, and now it was too late for regrets.

Michael drank one glass after another, and Ethan, seeing this, tried to stop him. "Stop drinking! If something's bothering you, just say it. Keeping it inside is painful."

"There's nothing to say."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Is it because of Isabella? Regretting neglecting her for three years? Or regretting the divorce?"

Michael's lips curled into a bitter smile, and he realized he really regretted it.

But no matter what kind of regret, he couldn't win her back.

The liquor in his glass swirled, and Michael, feeling agitated, could only suppress it with more alcohol.

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed in front of them.

A bright red figure fell to the ground, her hands clutching Michael's pant leg. "Help me..."

Michael looked down; it was the same woman who had tried to seduce him earlier.

Before he could reach out, a burly man with a rough voice cursed. "So you're the one who touched my woman. Don't you know who I am? I'll kill you."

The man's eyes were fierce, and seeing Michael's face, which was more attractive than a woman's, he twisted his expression and swung a punch.

Michael, in a foul mood, welcomed the chance to vent his frustration.

Just as he was about to get up and stretch, the beaten woman quickly got up and shielded Michael. "We only exchanged a few words. He didn't do anything. Don't touch him!"

Michael frowned, thinking this woman was crazy.

"I knew you two were up to something. You slut, daring to seduce other men? I'll beat you to death today." The burly man raised his hand for a slap, the woman closed her eyes tightly but still shielded Michael.

Seeing the slap about to land, Michael frowned and was about to intervene when a cold laugh interrupted them. "Seems I came at a bad time, Mr. Brown, sorry to interrupt you rescue of this beauty?"

Isabella walked in, dressed in a black business suit.

Her high heels clicked with each step, resonating in everyone's hearts. Her exquisite makeup and high ponytail exuded an unapproachable, fierce beauty.