Chapter 251

"Call the police on me?"

Renee's defiant stance successfully piqued Aaron's interest.

He sneered, stepped forward, and grabbed her hand, pressing it against himself.

His voice was low and carried a hint of menace, "Would you dare? Don't forget, if the police come and find something at this place, it won't just be me getting arrested."

Renee's eyes tightened.

She almost forgot that Aaron already knew her secret.

If he exposed it, the police might not be able to do anything to her, but the family behind her would never let her go.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you scared?" Aaron took a step closer, a smirk on his lips, "Don't worry, I won't..."

Before he could finish, a flash of cold light appeared before him, and a small knife was pointed directly at his neck.

One more step, and his life would be over.

Aaron squinted his eyes, the smile on his lips deepening.

He didn't believe she would really dare to harm him here.

In fact, Renee had no intention of killing him; she just wanted to intimidate Aaron.

"Mr. Hill, can you let go of me now?"

Renee gripped the small knife tightly, her eyes fixed on Aaron's hand holding her wrist, signaling him to let go.

Aaron curled his lips and released her hand in front of her.

Renee breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when her waist was suddenly grabbed, and the hand holding the knife was controlled, causing the knife to fall.

Aaron caught it with his other hand and began to play with it.

"You." Renee couldn't believe that Aaron, just an assistant, had such good skills.

"What? A gift from Ms. Faith yourself, of course, I have to keep it well."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, pocketed the knife, and looked at Renee with a mischievous smile.

Renee knew that when it came to shamelessness, she couldn't win against Aaron.

Only if she didn't care either could she have a chance to win.

Thinking of this, she quickly calmed down. Despite being held by him, she remained composed.

"Mr. Hill, since you like this knife, you can have it. After all, there are plenty of them in my salon, it's no big deal."

"But if you're here for Ms. Taylor, I'm afraid I can't help you. Ms. Taylor is a generous VIP who has already paid, and I have to serve her well. How could I possibly kick her out?"

"So, Mr. Hill, you'll have to find another way."

With that, Renee took advantage of Aaron's distraction and pushed him away.

She walked to the restroom in her high heels.

Standing there, Aaron held the small knife in his pocket and watched Renee walk away with a straight back, a smile forming on his lips.

Renee was just as he imagined, stubborn and fiery.

But he hadn't forgotten his purpose for coming here.

Since he couldn't persuade Renee to send her away, he would have to do it by himself.

The VIP room was quiet, with only Isabella inside.

Aaron knocked on the door, and upon hearing a response, he pushed the door open and spoke directly to Isabella.

"Mrs. Brown, it's dangerous here. Please leave with me now."

Hearing Aaron's voice, Isabella was momentarily stunned. She removed the mask from her face and sat up.

She looked at Aaron standing by the door, feeling helpless, "Aaron, when did you become so unreasonable? How is it dangerous for me to be here?"

She didn't need to think to know this was Michael's idea.

Couldn't he see that she needed some space?

Did he have to make everything difficult for her?

At that moment, Renee, who had timed it perfectly, came over, glancing at Aaron as if he were invisible, and went straight to arranging the skincare products on the shelf.

Aaron felt a pang of discomfort but didn't want to delay any longer. Michael was already urging him.

So he hurried to Isabella's side and whispered, "Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown is waiting outside. You know his temper. If you don't go to see him, he might barge in..."

Isabella couldn't help but twitch her lips at his words.

Did Michael have to follow her everywhere?

She had finally found a lead on Harper, and now she had just entered this beauty salon and hadn't gathered any useful information yet.

If Michael caused a scene, Harper might quickly move, and how would she catch her then?

Isabella took a deep breath, gritting her teeth, "Fine, I want to see what he wants."

With that, Isabella left the beauty salon with Aaron.

Aaron carried her bag, carefully following behind her, afraid that her anger would spill over onto him.

Renee, who had followed them out, was stunned.

Was this the same Aaron who had just threatened her in the corner?

How did he seem like a different person?

Outside, Aaron pointed to a black luxury car by the roadside, indicating to Isabella, "Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown is waiting for you in the car."

Seeing the overly conspicuous luxury car, Isabella's anger flared up.

Why should she have to agree to see him just because he said so?

She glared at the car, took her bag from Aaron, and snorted, "Who does he think he is, some kind of prince? Such a big show, huh? I'm leaving, I have no interest in seeing him!"

They had come this far, what was there left to talk about?

He should think about how to marry Violet, that was his real skill.

Michael heard everything Isabella said. From the moment she stepped out, his eyes had been on her.

As the car window rolled down, he heard her refusal to see him.

Seeing Isabella walking towards her car without looking back, Michael panicked.

He couldn't explain anything to Isabella right now, but he had orders from Aiden to check on her and the baby.

Quickly starting the car, Michael drove to Isabella's side, lowered the window, and commanded, "Isabella, get in!"

Seeing Michael's handsome face, still etched in her mind, Isabella felt only despair and anger.

She sneered at Michael, "Michael, who are you to order me? Our relationship ended long ago!"

If she weren't worried about Daniel being affected, she would have divorced him long ago.

She wouldn't tolerate him treating her like this.

He was truly shameless.

"If you don't come over, don't blame me for using force. And whether our relationship is over is not for you to decide!"

Michael finished speaking, not giving Isabella any chance to hesitate.

He opened the driver's door, took a long stride towards her, and grabbed her wrist, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his car.

"Michael, let me go."

Isabella was terrified but didn't dare to resist too much.

She was pregnant and couldn't handle such rough treatment.

She could only let Michael carry her to the back seat, where he sat with her, closing the door with a bang.