Chapter 506

Nolan lifted his gaze, staring deeply into Isabella's eyes.

"I can't believe the company I busted my butt for all these years can just be tossed aside because of a name or status. Meanwhile, Michael just stands there and gets everything I've ever wanted, including you."

His voice was thick with resentment as he spoke the last few words.

"We share the same blood, we even look alike to some extent. Why does Michael get everything, and I get nothing? Why does he get your love, while I don't even have the right to tell you how I feel? Isabella, how am I supposed to deal with this? I can't accept it."

Isabella pondered over his reasons for a long time.

It wasn't about whether she wanted to believe him or not; it was just that his reasons seemed too far-fetched.

She took a deep breath. "So, have you come to terms with it now, or have you let it go?"

Nolan let out a bitter laugh. "How could I just let it go?"

"I spent three years planning to take over the Brown Group, but I can't bring myself to use those tactics on you, Isabella. Believe it or not, my feelings for you are real."

"I called you here not just to see you, but also to tell you that if you ever find someone you love, make sure to let me know on your wedding day. No matter who it is, I will give you my blessings."

As he said this, tears glistened in Nolan's eyes.

Even though he didn't want to let her go, he still prioritized her happiness.

This was the Nolan Isabella knew.

He always thought of others first, even if he had to suppress his own emotions.

Isabella couldn't help but feel a pang of softness in her heart.

She had known Nolan for many years and understood the pain he carried deep inside. His current obsessive nature was a result of the lack of attention he received as a child.

Now, as he was about to leave Evergreen City and had given her his blessings, maybe it was time for her to let go of her prejudices and properly say goodbye.

Perhaps this farewell would be forever.

"I will."

Isabella pressed her lips together.

She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but no matter how much Nolan resembled the brother she once knew, the rift between them still existed.

She suppressed the emotions welling up inside her and maintained her composure.

"So, are you going back to the Adri Family?" she asked.

For some reason, Isabella didn't want Nolan to have any more ties with the Adri Family.

That mysterious family and the assassin organization didn't seem like a good place for him.

Someone who longed for a stable family shouldn't get involved with such a powerful family.

A peaceful, stable life was what suited him best.

At least, he would be free.

Nolan's eyes darkened at the mention of the Adri Family, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor.

"Yeah, I have a contract with them. There are some things I need to completely resolve before I can be free. Let's not get into all that heavy stuff right now. I'll figure things out on my own, Isabella. You don't need to worry about me."

He raised his glass of red wine and gestured to her.

"One last dinner, won't you have a drink with me?"

Nolan's eyes were as deep as ever, his voice gentle and expectant. Isabella had no reason or opportunity to refuse.

Because after this meal, their relationship would be over.

With that thought, Isabella didn't hesitate any longer. She raised her glass and clinked it lightly with his.

The glasses made a crisp sound as they touched.

"Safe travels," Isabella said, her voice following the sound.

She downed the wine in her glass.

Setting the glass down, she stood up to leave. "Goodbye, I have to go..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Isabella felt a sudden dizziness as she stood up, her head spinning.

She gripped the table tightly, her eyes catching sight of the empty wine glass. A realization hit her, one that she couldn't believe but was undeniably true.

Nolan had drugged her.

As her body went limp, Isabella didn't even have time to utter a word.

Alex, Nolan's assistant, approached and respectfully asked, "Mr. Brown, what should we do next? Should I put Ms. Taylor in the car?"

Nolan raised his hand. "No need, Isabella is with me. Wait outside."

With that, he stood up from his wheelchair, walked over to Isabella, and lifted her from the chair, carrying her out of the restaurant.

The car's back door was opened, and Nolan got in with Isabella in his arms.

But he didn't put her down. Instead, he held her close and instructed Alex to drive.

Alex didn't dare hesitate or look back, quickly starting the car and driving away.

As the car moved, a partition rose, completely separating the back seat.

Under the dim light, Nolan gazed at the delicate Isabella in his arms, his hand unable to resist caressing her face, from her brows to her lips.

He savored every moment with her.

Nolan couldn't possibly let go of someone he had set his sights on so easily.

Isabella could only be his.

He had lost her once; he wouldn't let her slip into another man's arms again.

Just the thought of her with someone else drove him mad with jealousy.

The Wilson House.

It had been two hours since Isabella left, and Olivia and Renee watched the time pass, but Isabella hadn't returned.

Olivia couldn't help but call her, but there was no answer.

Remembering the dangers Isabella had faced before, Olivia's first thought was that something had happened to her.

Without hesitation, she called Atticus and told him that Isabella was missing.

Atticus told Olivia not to worry and to stay home.

The moment he hung up, Atticus contacted the bodyguards protecting Isabella, but the news he received made his heart sink.

All the bodyguards had been taken out an hour ago.

Isabella was really in trouble.

And it was clear that this person had come prepared.

Atticus rushed back to the Wilson house and asked if there had been anything unusual before Isabella left.

After all, the enemy was in the shadows, and they were in the light. They didn't even know who the person was.

They had no clues to follow.

"How could this happen? Who kidnapped Isabella?"

Olivia clutched her phone, not knowing what to do, pacing anxiously.