Chapter 52
Michael instructed, "Additionally, continue investigating Mrs. Brown's past, using any means necessary."
Aaron nodded, "Yes."
Just as Michael finished giving instructions, his friend Ethan called, inviting him out for some fun. "Don't just work all day. What's the difference between you and a robot?"
Michael was already in a foul mood from Isabella's leave, so he agreed immediately.
They met at a newly opened restaurant.
Since their last race, the two hadn't been in touch for a few days. Ethan, dressed in a white casual outfit with hair falling over his forehead, looked no different from a college student.
In contrast, Michael's handsome face was full of fatigue.
The difference between the two was stark.
The table was already set with food, and as soon as Michael arrived, Ethan started eating heartily, showing a great appetite.
Michael raised an eyebrow and poured himself a glass of wine. He really wasn't hungry. "You seem quite happy. What is it?"
Ethan took a sip of water, his eyes sparkling. "I recently joined a new racing team. The members are all college students, and there are quite a few beauties. Being with them every day makes me feel a lot younger."
"A racing team?" Michael knew Ethan liked these things but only as a hobby. Out of concern, he advised, "It's fine to play around, but don't get too involved. It's dangerous, and if your family finds out, you'll be in trouble!"
"I only told you about this. Don't let it get back to my parents. I don't want to be dragged home at my age; I'd go crazy." Ethan said.
"How old are you now? Can you live like this forever? I heard your family has lined up quite a few wealthy ladies for you. Aren't you going to meet them?" Michael smirked, finding amusement in Ethan's situation.
In their circle, Michael and Ethan were the closest in age, but their personalities were vastly different.
Ethan had always been rebellious, never willing to follow his family's orders.
At twenty-seven, he hadn't even had a serious relationship.
He even claimed to be a non-marriage advocate.
He wanted to be free for life.
Ethan's mother often asked Michael privately if Ethan liked men.
She was almost convinced they were a couple.
It wasn't until Michael married Isabella that the rumors were dispelled.
At the mention of blind dates, Ethan got a headache. "What's the point? They're all like Bianca, shy and speaking in whispers. They're not as interesting as Isabella!"
Hearing Isabella's name from another man's mouth, even if it was Ethan, was unacceptable.
Michael's eyes turned cold, full of menace. "She's mine. Don't even think about it."
Ethan smirked, "I was just making a point. You protect her so much, why didn't you treat her better before? Now look at the mess. How are you going to fix it?"
Michael was silent for a moment.
He thought of the past three years, downed his drink in one gulp.
The bitterness spread from his throat to his heart.
He exhaled slowly, "I don't know what to do either, but the problem is I failed to be a good husband."
Michael understood how much Isabella had suffered in the past three years, and he wanted to make it up to her.
But he didn't know where to start.
Just then, Stella called. "Michael, I told you to divorce that bitch Isabella, but you didn't believe me. Look at what she's been doing behind your back!"
Stella quickly sent photos to Michael's phone.
Several high-definition shots showed Isabella sitting with a mature man, laughing and acting intimately.
The location was a hotel across from the restaurant he was in.
"When did this happen?" Michael frowned, recognizing the red dress Isabella was wearing.
Stella said, "Just now. I knew she suddenly got so confident because someone was backing her. Luckily, I had someone watch her, or she would've ruined the Brown family's reputation! Why are you still keeping a woman like Isabella? She's so eager to divorce you; she might have already cheated on you with another man..."
Michael didn't listen to the rest. He stood up and headed straight to the hotel across the street, following the direction in the photos.
The front desk recognized the VIP suite in the photos.
When Michael arrived, he was stopped by black-suited bodyguards outside. "Sorry, Ms. Wilson is in a meeting. No one can disturb her right now. If you have business, please wait."
Michael squinted, "Ms. Wilson? You mean the heir of the Wilson Group, Ms. Wilson?"
The bodyguard proudly lifted his chin, "Of course. The Wilson Group has only one Ms. Wilson. Who else could it be?"
From outside, Michael saw the familiar figure with long hair and a refined man sitting opposite her. He barged in. "Isabella, what are you doing here?"
The woman turned around, looking puzzled.
The woman who looked at him had the same lively eyes as Isabella, a beautiful face, and full red lips, exuding a unique charm.
She was undeniably beautiful but not in the same style as Isabella.
Their backs and figures were similar, but the sharpness and scrutiny in her eyes were not something Isabella would have.
Seeing Michael, Isabella's eyes slightly lifted, her brows showing displeasure at being intruded upon.
"Who are you looking for?" She looked at him, her voice cold as ice.
The icy tone brought Michael back to reality. She wasn't Isabella. "Sorry, you look too much like someone I know. I was in a hurry and made a mistake."
"Really?" Hearing his explanation, Isabella's interest piqued, her tone chilly. "Who is it that made you so agitated?"
When Michael had rushed in, he looked anxious, very unlike his usual self.
She secretly hoped for his answer.
Michael had already calmed down. He discreetly observed the women in front of him but couldn't find any trace of the Isabella he knew.
He replied in a deep voice, "Just someone unimportant."
Isabella's hand clenched tightly at her side.
Unimportant?
She knew she wouldn't hear any compliments from Michael.
Isabella was furious inside but showed no sign of it.
She looked at Michael coldly, her tone even icier, "In that case, Mr. Brown, I hope you can control yourself in the future. It's really rude to rush into someone else's room just because they look familiar!"
Michael was momentarily speechless.
But he quickly caught the key point, "You know who I am?"
He frowned, sensing a flaw.
Could she really be who he thought she was?