Chapter 385

"I saw her face, but I'll never tell you who she is, Michael. You'll never find her."

Bianca's eyes sparkled with a hint of madness. Even if Michael strangled her in the next second, she wouldn't give Isabella a single chance.

"How dare you!"

Michael's eyes were bloodshot, his face darkening as he tightened his grip. "You've been lying to me for years, making me live in a lie. What gives you the right to keep the truth from me now?"

The increasing pressure made Bianca almost suffocate.

Even so, she refused to give in, forcing out her words, "Why should I tell you? Do you think I've been happy all these years?"

"Michael, if I can't have you, I won't let anyone else have you either."

If Bianca couldn't have him, she would rather destroy everything than let that bitch Isabella win.

"Bianca, you're asking for it!"

Michael couldn't believe that after all the effort to capture her, he was on the verge of the truth, only for her to cut off his hopes completely.

A wave of regret and hatred surged through him. He wanted nothing more than to strangle Bianca right then and there.

Michael's grip tightened, and soon Bianca, bound hand and foot, couldn't make a sound. Her face turned paler, her eyes rolling back.

The bodyguards nearby were terrified, fearing that Michael might kill her in a fit of rage, which would cause a huge scandal.

They rushed forward to intervene. "Mr. Brown, please calm down. This woman's life isn't worth much, but if word gets out, it could greatly affect your reputation."

Given the Brown Group's power and influence in Evergreen City, Bianca was insignificant.

But Michael knew that if he killed Bianca, no one would ever tell him the truth about that year.

So, she couldn't die just yet!

Taking a deep breath, Michael flung Bianca aside with a wave of his hand.

Bianca's face turned even paler as she hit the sofa armrest. Though her neck hurt terribly, she was relieved to be spared from the suffocating sensation.

Gasping for air, she looked at Michael with nothing but endless hatred in her eyes.

In that moment, Michael had truly wanted to kill her.

If it weren't for the bodyguards' intervention, she might not be alive now.

Michael, the man she had loved for over a decade, had wanted to kill her for that bitch Isabella.

What did that make her? Did she mean nothing to him?

In the end, she was just a joke. A complete joke.

"Michael, I should never have fallen in love with you."

Bianca suddenly laughed, lying weakly on the sofa as she looked at Michael, her heart filled with despair.

"Bianca, I'll ask you one last time. Tell me that person's name, and I'll spare your life!"

Michael clenched his fists, his patience nearly exhausted.

If Bianca continued to be stubborn and refused to tell the truth, he wasn't sure he could keep his composure and spare her life next time.

But Bianca didn't care about his words at all.

She knew that in Michael's hands, she had no chance of survival. Even if she did, he would make her life a living hell.

If he wanted her dead, why should she make it easy for him?

If she couldn't live, he shouldn't be happy either.

But there was one thing she needed to know today.

"Michael, did you ever love me?"

For all these years, she had only loved him, her devotion and care no less than Isabella's.

She had practically laid her heart bare for him.

So why didn't he love her?

Was it just because Isabella married him first, that she could never enter his heart?

Hearing Bianca's question, Michael frowned before speaking with a sneer.

"I've told you before, I never loved you. I only felt obligated to you because you pretended to be my savior. I could never love a liar!"

Michael was now immensely grateful that his grandfather had chosen Isabella as his wife.

Back then, he had some affection for Bianca because of the savior illusion, thinking it wouldn't be bad to be with her.

But the more they interacted, the more he realized his true feelings. He had no feelings for Bianca.

Not even as a friend. His kindness to her was purely out of gratitude.

But as the Taylor family's greed grew, he saw their true colors and wanted nothing more than to distance himself from them.

Now, Bianca standing before him only made him feel disgusted.

"So, in your eyes, I'm just a liar. You never truly liked me."

Bianca laughed coldly, lifting her head. "I stayed by your side for so many years, thinking you'd marry me, treat me like a treasure. But you turned around and married Isabella, had a child with her. Michael, can you say you did nothing wrong?"

"If you didn't love me, why were you so good to me? Why did you put me on such a high pedestal? Now you say you don't love me and want to throw me away so you can be happy with her. I'm telling you, that's not going to happen!"

"I'd rather die than tell you the truth."

"Go ahead, kill me."

Bianca laughed, but tears streamed down her face, making her look both crazed and pitiful.

But she knew that if she revealed the secret, Michael wouldn't keep her alive.

Only by diverting the topic could she have a slim chance of survival.

But she underestimated how much that savior meant to Michael.

His face darkened, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Bianca's neck again, throwing down a harsh sentence.

"If you're seeking death, I can give you a hand."

"Michael, I bet you don't dare!"

Bianca struggled to speak, her eyes unwavering.

If she died, no one would ever tell him the truth.

Michael's eyes turned red with rage. He wanted to end Bianca's life right then, his grip tightening until she passed out.

Michael coldly released her, picking up a nearby wet wipe to clean his hands in disgust.

Suddenly, a subordinate approached with a report.

"Mr. Brown, someone outside is asking to see you."

"Send them away."

Michael refused outright.

He was fuming and had no desire to see anyone or talk to anyone.

The bodyguard lowered his head and added, "But the man said he's here to see Ms. Bianca Taylor. He won't leave without seeing her."