Chapter 470

Since she already knew the truth, she was definitely going to help Michael.

It wasn't just because of everything he had done to protect her, but also because she hated being used as a pawn.

Nolan had taken advantage of her divorce from Michael, thinking she was disheartened, and brazenly tried to drag her down.

But he forgot one thing: even if she no longer loved Michael, she would never fall for anyone else.

That was a love she had cherished in her heart for over a decade, and she wouldn't let anyone exploit it.

Not even Nolan.

He thought she wouldn't take action, so she decided to surprise him.

"Aaron, you gotta keep today's call and everything I do next under wraps. Not a word to Michael, got it?"

She didn't intend for Michael to be moved by her actions.

Michael had done so much to protect her before; she was just doing what she could, and it didn't mean anything.

But if these things reached his ears, it could easily be misinterpreted.

She didn't want him to think she was trying to show any particular attitude, nor did she want him to misunderstand that she still had feelings for him.

If Michael was moved by what she did and chose to reconcile with her, that wasn't the outcome she wanted.

She wanted a relationship that was sincere and pure, without any trace of ulterior motives.

If it wasn't that, she'd rather not have it.

If Michael wanted to get back together with her, there was only one way.

He had to openly declare his love.

He had to hold her hand and announce to everyone that she was his one and only.

Only then would she give herself to him.

After hanging up the phone, Aaron sighed helplessly.

He had to admit, Isabella and Michael were remarkably similar in temperament.

Both were strong-willed and intolerant of any betrayal in their relationships.

Their love was destined to be tumultuous, but it was also the most solid.

Because they were meant for each other.

The Brown Group.

In the president's office.

A figure in a wheelchair sat quietly by the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling street below with a slight smile, clearly in a good mood.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a petite figure entered.

Placing the items in her hands on the desk, Ruby's eyes couldn't help but fall on the man in the wheelchair, filled with admiration.

She walked over slowly, her voice soft but excited, "Congrats, Mr. Brown, on reclaiming everything that belongs to you."

She remembered when she first started as an intern, Nolan was her direct supervisor.

Nolan, who was the same age as her, had single-handedly supported the entire company with his ability and determination.

He was young, capable, and charming.

At that time, there wasn't a single female employee in the company who wasn't captivated by his charisma, and she was no exception.

When she heard he had been dismissed overnight, she was shocked.

All she could think was, why did this happen to him?

So, when Nolan found her three years later, she agreed to his terms without hesitation.

She was willing to be whatever he needed her to be.

Even if there was no room for her in his heart, just being by his side made any risk seem worth taking.

The only thing that truly haunted her was knowing Nolan would never walk again-a fact that had pained her deeply for years.

She couldn't forget the spirited look he had when he became the president of the Brown Group three years ago.

She feared she would never see it again.

"Thanks for the congrats."

A deep, gentle voice sounded, and Nolan turned to face Ruby.

But instead of moving his wheelchair, he placed his hands on the armrests and, to Ruby's disbelief, stood up.

His legs, straight and strong, took firm steps forward.

Nolan casually walked around the desk and sat in the chair he had longed for over the past three years.

He picked up the documents Ruby had brought and began to read them.

It was as if he had never left.

He was still the business prodigy Nolan, the revered president of the Brown Group!

Ruby was stunned.

She stammered, "Mr. Brown, how did your legs suddenly get better?"

She almost thought she was hallucinating.

How could someone who had been paralyzed suddenly stand up and walk as if nothing had happened?

But Nolan remained calm, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

He looked up slightly, "Now that you know, keep it to yourself. I don't plan on letting others know this secret."

He would be spending a lot of time at the company, and pretending to be disabled in a wheelchair would be too uncomfortable.

Ruby was his person.

Telling her was fine, and it would allow him to relax a bit in the office.

But to Ruby, his words had a different meaning.

So, this was a secret between her and Nolan.

Her face flushed instantly.

She nodded quickly, "I understand, Mr. Brown. You can trust me."

"Good."

Nolan sat in the leather chair, listening to Ruby's work report. After a while, he got up and returned to the wheelchair by the window.

He couldn't reveal this to the public yet, so he still had to maintain the appearance of a disabled person in front of others.

Ruby stepped forward to help him place the blanket back over his legs, gently adjusting it.

It was as if everything that had just happened was a dream.

And this dream was a special memory between her and Nolan.

Ruby bit her red lips, not daring to linger too long, and left the room.

As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into a new female colleague from the secretary department.

"So it was Ruby inside. But why were you in Mr. Brown's office for so long? Ruby, you must have known the new president for a while."

The colleague gave Ruby a suggestive look.

She had come to the office ten minutes earlier, but the door was locked from the inside, and Ruby had been in there for over half an hour.

What kind of work required such a long one-on-one meeting?

Although the new president couldn't use his legs, his face was irresistible to any woman.

Who knew what they were doing in there for so long?

Could it be what she was thinking, a man and a woman alone in the office, doing something intimate? They were really bold.

Ruby couldn't stand the colleague's suspicious look and said coldly.

"Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. Mr. Brown hates employees gossiping behind his back. I was just reporting the past month's work. Are you here for business or not?"