Chapter 37

Michael's words were harsh, but Isabella was still moved.

Although this money was nothing to the Wilson Group.

But this necklace was a gift from Daniel, and it had a different meaning; she cared about it.

Tonight, she had deliberately conspired with Thomas to harm Michael.

She just wanted to show him that the Wilson Group was not to be trifled with.

But what she didn't expect was that he bought the necklace not to give it to Bianca.

Just now at the banquet, she saw clearly that when Michael bought the necklace, Bianca's eyes lit up.

She looked like she couldn't wait to wear it on the spot.

She found it strange, rubbing the edge of the box, hinting, "You're really giving it to me? Aren't you afraid Bianca will be upset if she likes it too?"

A few hundred million dollars was just a number to Michael, but it was different for Bianca.

Michael walked towards the closet, his gaze sweeping over her, and said sarcastically, "She's not like you. She deserves something more expensive and better. Besides, did I say this necklace was for you? I asked you to hold it for safekeeping, don't overthink it."

Michael turned to choose clothes, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth where Isabella couldn't see.

His tone was no longer as cold and domineering as it had been at the banquet, but rather carried a hint of proud affection.

Isabella raised an eyebrow, deliberately walking over and pressing her red lips close to his ear from behind, "So that's how it is. But since we're still married, any jewelry you bring home that ends up with me will be hard to get back. Or are you saying that in your eyes, I'm more suited for this necklace than Bianca?"

As Isabella said this, her slender fingers slowly slid down his back, almost reaching his waist before Michael grabbed her hand.

Faced with Isabella's blatant teasing, Michael's eyes darkened.

He tightened his grip, trapping her in his arms, his thumb and forefinger pinching her delicate chin, sneering, "I never realized before how self-righteous you are."

Isabella didn't care; she was doing it on purpose.

Her hands were caught, but she lifted her leg to gently rub against his suit pants, feeling his strong body, moving slowly up and down. "No matter how self-righteous I am, it's better than your hypocrisy, isn't it? Didn't you bring me back because you wanted to possess me?"

Michael felt hot, and with Isabella deliberately rubbing against him, he only wanted to shut her up with a kiss.

In fact, he did just that.

His fingers pinched her jaw, and Michael bit her lips, his voice ambiguous between their lips and teeth. "Are you addicted to seducing me?"

For three years of marriage, no matter how she tried to please him, even standing naked in front of him, he didn't want her.

Now that they were about to divorce, he seemed like a different person.

But she was no longer the old Isabella.

She just wanted to see Michael lose control in front of her and make Bianca lose everything.

"Your self-control is just so-so." With that, Isabella wrapped her arms around Michael's neck, pressing herself closer to him, feeling the burning heat from his body.

Michael's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her waist, deepening the kiss.

Michael lifted Isabella, wrapping her legs around his waist, and took a few steps to the bed, pressing her down.

His eyes were red as he was about to tear off Isabella's sexy mermaid dress when the phone rang.

Michael ignored it, but the caller seemed determined to keep calling until he answered.

He had to pick it up with a dark face.

As soon as he answered.

Bianca's tearful voice came through. "Michael, where are you? I was just..."

Isabella bit Michael's chin, and he glared at her in pain.

She did it on purpose.

Not only that, her hand mischievously moved down his body, directly grabbing Michael's crotch.

She made a surprised and ambiguous sound. "So hard."

Michael's eyes turned red, and he grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse and unbearable, "Isabella, don't move."

"Isabella? Michael, what are you doing? Why is she at your house?" Bianca heard the ambiguous sounds on the phone and was stunned.

Bianca was both anxious and crying, unable to speak clearly. Harper took the phone and tearfully told Michael what had happened.

After Michael took Isabella away, Bianca had planned to take a cab home from the entrance, but she was dragged into a car by a stranger. If it weren't for the police's routine check that saved her halfway, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Back home, Bianca cried and threatened to slit her wrists, but Harper stopped her.

They had already taken Bianca to the hospital, but her emotions were very unstable.

"Michael, Bianca only wants to see you now. You can't ignore her. If you don't come to see her tonight, what if something happens..." Harper said.

"Mom, stop forcing Michael. He already has Isabella by his side. It's me who should die!" Bianca screamed hysterically on the phone, "Just let me die. I really don't want to live anymore."

Harper cooperated, "How am I forcing him? If he hadn't invited you to that banquet, you wouldn't have had this happen in the middle of the night. Michael, please have pity on our Bianca. Seeing you is her only hope to live." Harper's acting was much better than Bianca's. She first triggered Michael's guilt, then begged him.

Finally, without saying another word, she and Bianca cried together on the other end.

Michael frowned deeply after hearing this.

Isabella did all this to provoke Bianca, and now that her goal was achieved, she should leave.

Taking advantage of Michael's loosened grip, she tried to escape.

But as soon as she moved, Michael's iron grip held her firmly.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at her with a dark face, lifted her dress, revealing her beautiful legs.

He pressed down on her.

His hardened member, aroused by her teasing, pressed against her, and Isabella was truly panicked.

She only wanted to use this to get back at Bianca, not to get herself involved. "Michael, let me go!"

Michael's body was like a mountain, and Isabella couldn't move at all.

"Where's that seductive energy you had earlier? What, are you scared?" He looked at her with dark eyes, the desire she had stirred up now raging inside him, desperate to find an outlet.

Isabella was frightened by the madness in Michael's eyes, but she also wanted to see if he really didn't care about Bianca.

She suppressed her fear, a smile curling at her lips, "I'm not afraid of anything, but I wouldn't want Bianca to call and threaten suicide halfway through, and then you disappear. That would be such a mood killer."

She wanted to see what he would choose.