Chapter 227

She lowered her head and reached out her hand, trying to grasp Michael's hand, seeking the warmth and care he usually gave her.

But this time, Michael decisively pushed her away.

"At this point, you still want to play dumb?"

Michael's eyes were dark, and his whole body exuded the pressure and aura of someone in power, making Violet feel uneasy.

She didn't understand.

Just a moment ago, Michael was about to hold her hand and even kiss her, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

He was no longer the gentle and caring Michael at the company, nor the one who always called her Violet.

Now, he was more like the cold-blooded Michael from a few months ago, who sent her to Auroria just because she drugged Isabella.

The Michael who exuded arrogance and ruthlessness from his bones.

Violet was once again confused.

Could it be that Michael's kindness to her these past days was all an illusion?

Michael wasn't in a hurry to press her.

He calmly sat behind the desk, his eyes showing no hesitation or doubt.

He originally intended to thoroughly investigate the forces behind Violet, but she was too blatant, even daring to interfere with his relationship with Isabella.

So it was no wonder he acted in advance.

"Tell me, who sent you to approach me, and what is your purpose?"

As the heir personally chosen and nurtured by Aiden, how could Michael be a fool who couldn't see through such petty tricks?

He could tell at a glance whether Violet approached him intentionally.

Now it was time to uncover Violet's true identity.

"My purpose?" Violet pretended not to understand, but her eyes were full of unwillingness.

She really thought her charm had captivated Michael, but now it seemed everything was firmly in his grasp.

The things he did, the sweet words he said, were all just to lure her into his trap.

But how could she expose herself so easily?

No one cherished her current identity more than she did.

"Mr. Brown, I don't know who told you such things, but if I have a purpose, it's to win your favor. I like you, I just want your love, is that so wrong?"

Violet's eyes were red, her lips trembling, as if she had been greatly humiliated.

These words would shake any man.

However, Violet underestimated the Michael in front of her.

Such indirect confessions, Michael had long grown tired of hearing.

He sneered, his voice full of sarcasm, "You mean, you approached me on purpose just because you like me?"

Although his tone was mocking, Violet couldn't care less.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling wronged, "Ever since I saw you at Ms. Taylor's birthday party, I fell in love with you at first sight, Mr. Brown. I wanted to see you every day, so I tried my best to join the Brown Group, just to get closer to you. I really did it all for you."

"Why don't you believe me? Can't you see my performance at the company?"

By the end, Violet was already in tears.

She wasn't crying out of sadness, but out of unwillingness!

No matter how much she denied it, she had to face Michael's cold and ruthless expression at this moment. All the previous gentleness had disappeared.

Only now did she truly understand.

Michael had never changed from the beginning; it was she who changed. Just because of a little warmth he gave, she recklessly jumped into the trap he set.

No! She absolutely couldn't end things with him like this.

Michael could only belong to her. She had just taken him back from Isabella, how could she watch him escape!

The anger made her cry even louder, tears falling to the floor, quickly forming a wet patch.

At this moment, Michael simply took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer and placed it on the table.

Violet's crying stopped instantly, her face turning pale.

Michael raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say you like me desperately? So, drugging me is one of your ways of showing affection?"

Violet looked up in shock, meeting Michael's sharp and fierce eyes, losing her previous aggrieved look.

All that was left was surprise and fear.

She instinctively shook her head, refusing to admit that this had anything to do with her.

"No, it's not true, I didn't do such a thing, Mr. Brown, you can't accuse me just because you don't like me."

Denying everything was always Violet's forte.

She had someone else buy the drug for her, without her direct involvement. As long as she didn't admit it, Michael couldn't do anything to her.

But how did he find out?

She had been so careful at the villa.

"Accuse you?" Michael snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the white bottle, his words like needles piercing Violet.

"Colorless, tasteless, extremely potent, takes effect within half an hour, aren't these all your requirements? What, now you don't dare to admit it!"

With every word Michael said, Violet's face turned paler.

But he didn't care whether she admitted it or not, he had all the evidence. He was just curious to see how far she would go in her denial.

With slender fingers, he picked up the bottle, speaking nonchalantly, "A hot item on the black market abroad, you must have spent a lot of money to get it so easily, right?"

"Should I feel honored? After all, you wanted me so badly that you spent a fortune on this drug to use on me."

Michael's words were calm yet sarcastic, his tone no longer pretending with Violet.

This was the real him.

High and mighty towards outsiders, noble and arrogant, always in control of everything.

Suddenly, a black market investigation report was thrown in front of Violet.

Michael had lost his patience. Whether Violet's identity was real or fake, he didn't want to waste any more time with her.

He only wanted to bring Isabella back from Nolan, to make her see only him.

He was her man, the father of her child.

No one could separate their family.

Violet immediately saw her name and the foreigner she contacted to buy the drug.

It seemed Michael had already investigated her thoroughly. Continuing to deny would only make him more suspicious of her.

The best course of action now was to cut her losses to protect her current identity.

Only then would she have a chance to approach him again in the future.

"Mr. Brown, I didn't want this. You don't know how hard it was for me at the company, so I acted impulsively and was influenced by others. My original intention was just to be with you!"

"Enough! I don't want to hear these words anymore. What you want is not to be with me, but the wealth and glory of the Brown Family!"