Chapter 232

He would never allow his child to call another man "dad."

That would be more painful than killing him!

Nolan, if it weren't for the fact that Nolan was his brother, he would have rushed over and given him a good beating.

Fortunately, Isabella rejected Nolan's proposal in time.

Michael felt a little better.

But as the young master of the Brown Family and the heir to the group, Michael disguising himself as an eavesdropper hiding in the corner was incomprehensible.

Michael felt indescribably complex and uncomfortable, but when he thought of the harm he had done to Isabella, his desire to make it up to her reached its peak.

He didn't feel wronged anymore.

As long as he could get Isabella and the child back, he would be satisfied.

Just as he was about to continue eavesdropping on Isabella and Nolan's conversation, a familiar figure suddenly flashed past the window.

Then, a woman wearing a luxurious coat and a sexy dress walked into the dessert shop.

The people who came here were mostly young couples from nearby schools and white-collar workers commuting to and from work. Seeing such a sexy beauty enter the shop, the waiters' eyes widened.

Before they could step forward to inquire, the woman pointed to the corner.

The waiter quickly looked over and saw Michael, dressed in a long black trench coat, sitting there, understanding the woman's intention.

Then he stepped back.

It was peak time in the shop, and Violet's appearance instantly caused a stir among the crowd.

Just as Isabella felt the noise, the sound of high heels on the floor got closer and closer to her.

It wasn't until Violet's sweet and soft voice sounded that Isabella suddenly looked up.

"Michael, is it really you? I thought I was seeing things."

Isabella was first shocked by Violet's appearance, and then came an even bigger "surprise!"

Michael was here too?

Since when?

If Michael was here, how could she not see him?

But why wasn't he at home resting, and instead came to a dessert shop?

But the next second, she followed Violet's gaze and saw the black figure behind her.

With just one glance, she recognized him.

It really was him!

The backs of the sofa chairs in the dessert shop were quite high, so unless you stood up to look, you couldn't see who was sitting at the next table.

At this moment, Michael seemed to have a telepathic connection with Isabella. He looked up and happened to meet her gaze.

Isabella's eyes were sharp, while Michael's were embarrassed and evasive.

Soon, Isabella shifted her gaze to Nolan in front of her and couldn't help but sigh.

"This world is really small, you can run into acquaintances anywhere!"

Nolan nodded in agreement, "I know."

"Mr. Brown, Ms. Taylor, what a coincidence, you're here too?"

Violet, who had walked up to them, looked at the two people sitting in front of Michael as if she didn't expect they two were also here, surprised and delighted.

No wonder she ran into Michael here, it was because Isabella was here too?

"I arranged to meet Isabella here, I didn't know Michael was here too. Did you arrange to meet as well?"

Violet was his student, so Nolan maintained the necessary courtesy and enthusiasm towards her.

"Michael and I..."

Violet bit her lip, subconsciously glancing at Michael in the corner, not wanting to give up this opportunity.

"We did arrange to meet here."

Isabella felt a bit uncomfortable, but didn't show it on her face.

At this moment, Violet made a suggestion, "Mr. Brown, Ms. Taylor, since the four of us coincidentally ended up in the same shop, why don't we sit together and chat?"

Violet did it on purpose.

She wanted Isabella to see firsthand how intimate she and Michael were.

Isabella should give up any thoughts of reconciliation.

Nolan had no objections and turned his gaze to Isabella, leaving the decision to her.

Isabella didn't want to have any more interactions with Michael, but with Violet provoking her, she couldn't back down.

"Sure!"

The main thing was she wanted to ask Michael, as the president of the Brown Group, what he was thinking using such lowly eavesdropping tactics?

"Then I'll go tell Michael. Mr. Brown, Ms. Taylor, you two can come over in a bit."

Violet happily ran over, and before Isabella and Nolan could make a move, they heard Violet's coquettish voice from the next table.

"Michael, don't be mad at me, okay? I really know I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those hurtful things to you and left you that day."

"Considering how long we've been together, please forgive me this once."

Violet's voice was already soft, and now she was deliberately acting coquettish in front of Michael, saying all kinds of sweet words was quite easy for her.

If it were an ordinary couple, with the girlfriend lowering herself to coax him like this, he would have been swayed in a few sentences.

But Michael didn't say a word.

He was as cold as a stone in winter.

This situation quickly attracted the attention of the people around them, and many stood up to see what kind of man could make Violet beg for forgiveness so humbly.

Isabella and Nolan didn't want to interrupt their affection at this moment, so they sat in their seats and listened.

Seeing this, Violet's eyes flashed, and she moved closer to sit beside Michael, wrapping her arms around his.

"Michael, I know you're mad at me, but so many people are watching us now. Can you give me a chance? I promise to listen to you from now on. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Michael's face was cold, but his mind was clear.

He urgently needed to find key evidence that Violet was Bianca, and to find the evidence, he had to start with her.

This kind of contact was what he needed most at the moment.

But the timing was wrong.

Isabella was right there, with Nolan. If she saw him like this, all the misunderstandings would be confirmed.

She wouldn't trust him anymore.

But Michael's hesitation didn't attract Isabella, it attracted a burly man.

The man walked up to them angrily, pointing at Michael and questioning him.

"This is the first time I've seen a man like you. Your girlfriend is apologizing to you so humbly, and you don't say a word. Are you even a man?"

The man's eyes were fierce, but when he looked at the pitiful Violet, they became as gentle as water as if afraid of scaring Violet.

"Miss, don't be afraid, I'm not targeting you. I just think you have poor judgment in men. What kind of boyfriend is this? He has no manly spirit at all."

His words directly ignited Michael's anger.