Chapter 249

The next day, a woman dressed in a high-end suit stepped into Glamour Oasis.

The woman had a small face adorned with sunglasses, a slender and graceful figure, but upon closer inspection, one could notice a slight bulge in her abdomen. However, this did not diminish her charm in the slightest.

Removing her sunglasses, Isabella confidently surveyed everything in front of her.

Ever since she learned from Shadow yesterday that Harper was hiding in this beauty salon, she couldn't wait to personally drag Harper out.

After a night's sleep, she came straight to this store, wanting to see who was behind Harper.

Isabella had already reviewed the basic information about this beauty salon from the data sent by Shadow.

The place wasn't big, and the facilities inside couldn't be considered luxurious.

The only thing that could be compared was probably the service here.

Isabella looked at the various warm reminders and small details posted inside the store and understood why this place, despite being so remote, still had a steady stream of customers.

At this moment, a young girl ran out of the front desk and blocked her way.

Looking at her with a face full of surprise, she said, "Isabella, you're Miss Isabella Wilson, right? I really like you. You look so cool when you race!"

Isabella was taken aback, realizing that many of her activities had been posted online, and she understood what was going on with the person in front of her.

"You like racing too?"

She had many fans, but they were usually seen more at racing events. She rarely encountered them in everyday life.

"I do, but I'm too scared to ride. I can only watch videos online. I've saved every one of your races."

The receptionist's eyes sparkled, and she nervously covered her mouth with her hands.

Isabella didn't expect to run into one of her fans while gathering information, but this was good. She didn't have to worry about her identity being exposed.

"Thank you for your support. I'm here today to experience some beauty treatments. Would it be possible to take a tour of your store first?"

Isabella asked her calmly, trying to gather information about Harper without disrupting the receptionist's work.

"No problem, follow me. The VIP rooms are just inside."

"Thank you."

Isabella nodded politely and followed the receptionist into the interior of the beauty salon.

Meanwhile, at the Brown Group, Aaron, who had received the news, rushed into the CEO's office in a panic, shouting, "Mr. Brown, bad news!"

Inside the office, Violet was about to get close to Michael when Aaron's sudden entrance startled her.

Her face turned sour.

This Aaron always ruined her plans.

She had to stand up straight, placing her hand on Michael's chair, and said irritably, "Mr. Hill, you've been with Mr. Brown for a few years now. Don't you even know knocking before entering?"

Violet made no effort to hide her disdain for Aaron.

If it weren't for him always being by Michael's side, would she have no chance to seduce him?

Aaron was also taken aback.

How could he have forgotten about Violet? But there was no time to wait.

He could only cast an urgent look at Michael.

Michael lifted his eyes from the document and glanced at Aaron, his tone unclear, "Violet is right. You've been with me for a few years now. How can you still be so rash? You need to stay calm in any situation, understand?"

Aaron was so anxious that his palms were sweating. He didn't believe Michael could stay calm after hearing this news.

But with Violet present, he couldn't speak directly.

He could only hint to Michael, "Mr. Brown, you know my family had visitors last night. My cousin, who's pregnant, insisted on hanging out with an old friend. If I don't go find her, who knows what might happen? She's carrying a baby."

Last night, Aaron had reported to him about the beauty salon at his place.

With the mention of pregnancy and a baby, Michael's expression changed.

When he looked up to confirm with Aaron, he nodded anxiously.

Michael's heart suddenly sank.

It was Isabella.

She was in trouble.

Aaron had no choice but to mention the baby.

Michael never showed his emotions, so Aaron couldn't tell if he cared more about Isabella or the baby.

He had to try both.

Michael's face turned cold, "What are you waiting for? Go find her and make sure she's safe."

"Yes, Mr. Brown."

With the order given, Aaron wiped his sweat and ran out.

But Violet, watching everything unfold, felt something was off.

And since when did Aaron have a cousin he cared so much about?

"Michael, does Mr. Hill have a particularly good relationship with this cousin? She's just out playing, why is he so worried?"

"Maybe. Aaron values his family a lot, so it's normal for him to be anxious."

Michael said casually, his eyes returning to the document, but only he knew that every line in front of him was blurry.

Violet didn't ask further. Michael's indifferent attitude said it all.

But...

She reached out to touch Michael's forehead, surprised, "Michael, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell or too tired? You're sweating."

"Nothing, maybe the office is too warm. Adjust the temperature, I'll go to the restroom."

"Okay."

Violet didn't suspect anything and obediently got up to find the remote on the sofa.

Michael, on the other hand, pushed open the office door and went outside.

Aaron's message was clear.

Isabella had gone to Glamour Oasis to get Harper.

Thinking about the Adri Family members there made Michael anxious.

The Adri Family was targeting both the Brown Group and the Wilson Family. Violet had already successfully approached him. If Isabella was also targeted...

He couldn't bear to think about the consequences.

The CEO's private elevator went straight to the underground parking lot. As soon as he closed the car door, Michael quickly dialed Isabella's number.

Since the incident at the dessert shop, they hadn't contacted each other.

For the past half month, he had spent almost all his time with Violet. To avoid arousing her suspicion, he had never called Isabella.

And Isabella had never thought of contacting him.

So when she saw Michael's number flashing on her phone, Isabella was stunned.

Michael was contacting her?

Had he lost his mind? What did he want?

Without thinking, Isabella hung up.

But the next second, the phone rang again. It was still Michael.

Isabella was secretly observing in the beauty salon and didn't want to draw attention to herself, so she reluctantly answered the call.

"Michael, you better have a good reason for calling me at this time!"