Chapter 331

Bianca suddenly had a thought and chuckled softly. "Michael, you agreed, so tonight's just like our wedding night. And since it's not just the two of us here, you can't just show up in any old thing. You need to dress up a bit."

Whether Michael wanted to have sex with her or not, the idea of him soon being hers made Bianca excited.

She could piss off Isabella and get Michael at the same time. It was a perfect plan.

"Alright!"

Michael's response was straightforward, though his voice grew deeper.

His goal now was to save Isabella. Whatever conditions Bianca set didn't matter; what mattered was seeing Isabella.

As long as he could rescue her, changing clothes was the least of his concerns. He'd even be willing to be a hostage if necessary.

But after hanging up, Michael suddenly remembered something.

Bianca's number had just called him. Who had sent that mysterious text message to his office earlier?

The message had matched Bianca's words exactly, and it had come half an hour earlier. Whoever sent it seemed more eager to save Isabella than he was. Who could it be?

Just as Michael was pondering this, a call from Isabella's uncle, Atticus, came in.

The Wilson family's bodyguards had been searching the city for nearly two hours without finding any trace of Isabella.

Atticus thought of Bianca and immediately called Michael.

Michael didn't dare hesitate when Atticus called. As soon as he answered, Atticus's voice boomed with anger.

"Michael, Isabella is missing, and that Bianca by your side is gone too. You better have an explanation for this!"

"If Isabella gets even a scratch, neither you nor that mistress of yours will survive. I, Atticus, mean what I say!"

Who was Isabella?

She was the Wilson family's little princess, cherished by everyone.

If it weren't for her involvement with Michael, she wouldn't be suffering like this, now kidnapped.

She was over three months pregnant. If anything happened to her, the Wilson family would never forgive Michael.

Michael realized that Atticus thought he and Bianca were involved.

After all, when Isabella first got pregnant, he had pretended to be Bianca's boyfriend to investigate her "plot."

He quickly tried to explain, "Atticus, let me explain."

Atticus didn't want to hear his excuses. "Enough talk. Can you find out where Isabella is?"

Atticus, the eldest son of the Wilson family, was always calm and composed, no matter the situation.

But now, with Isabella kidnapped and in danger, his composure was shattered. His eyes were red from the frantic two-hour search.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned to Michael.

For Isabella, he was willing to try anything.

Isabella wasn't just his beloved family member; she was also cherished the most by Daniel. And now she was carrying a child. If anything happened to her, Daniel would be the first to break.

Isabella, her child, and Daniel's life were all at stake.

He couldn't bear it.

No matter what it took, he had to bring Isabella home safely.

"Atticus, I know where Isabella is. I'm on my way with people."

Michael's voice was firm. "Don't worry, even if it costs me my life, I'll protect her and the baby."

He knew Atticus wouldn't believe him until Isabella was safe.

Only by rescuing Isabella would his words carry weight.

Ending the call, Michael instructed his team to stay on standby and wait for the right moment to move in.

He went to the trunk and changed into a black suit jacket. His pants and shoes were already black, so they matched.

He ran his fingers through his hair, not wanting Bianca to notice anything, but it wasn't exactly a meticulous grooming.

He was there to save Isabella, but Bianca's conditions made him frown deeply.

But nothing was more important than Isabella's safety.

Michael adjusted his jacket and walked alone toward the warehouse.

The area was vast, and it took him nearly ten minutes to reach the inside of the warehouse.

This place originally belonged to the Brown Group but had been abandoned for a long time, turning it into a no-man's land.

As he approached Warehouse 39, he saw Bianca's men guarding the entrance.

Seeing Michael alone, the two men in black didn't stop him. Instead, they opened the door for him.

Clearly, Bianca had given instructions.

The warehouses were all the same layout, and Michael had been here before, so he knew the layout well.

He headed straight for the small room inside.

He had once locked Bianca here, and knowing her desire for revenge, she would likely have locked Isabella in the same place.

Sure enough, as he walked further in, he saw lights.

Just as he was about to open the door to see Isabella, a slender figure blocked his way.

Bianca, with her meticulously made-up face, smiled seductively and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Michael, don't be in such a hurry. Tonight is our wedding night, and we have plenty of time."

Bianca had changed into a sexy long dress before Michael arrived. It hugged her curves, with an off-the-shoulder design, revealing as much as possible.

Her goal tonight was to ignite Michael's desire.

Hearing Bianca's words, Michael's lips curled slightly, his eyes dark. "I think you're the one in a hurry, not me."

"I've already agreed to your terms and come alone. Isn't it a bit much to not let me see the hostage?"

Michael never thought that one day, as the CEO of the Brown Group, he would have to use his looks to save his wife and child.

But he had no choice but to agree, hoping to find a chance to rescue Isabella.

If he had to force himself to be with Bianca, it would be as good as death.

"Oh, Michael, why do you only have eyes for another woman now?"

Bianca pretended to be angry, holding his hand. "She's inside and won't run away. What are you afraid of? As long as you make me happy, I'll let you see her."

"Now, I want to dance a waltz with you. Consider it compensation for me, okay?"

During that yacht trip, she had prepared for a wonderful night with him, only to be drugged and passed out.

All her beautiful plans were ruined by Isabella, and she didn't even get to dance with Michael.

Just thinking about it made her seethe with anger.

So, she had a sexy dress delivered and even set up a bed, placed where Isabella could see it.