Chapter 65

Upon hearing this explanation, Isabella reluctantly nodded.

In the office, only she was seated, occupying the main office chair. She stared at Bianca in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Bianca didn't care about her look; what mattered to her were Michael's words.

Over the years, she had learned some unreasonable tactics from Harper. Even in unfavorable situations, she could use her words to fight for a chance.

She continued talking about her childhood, "Then, you saved me in the alley and chased away those who bullied me. Are these things also false?"

Isabella squinted her eyes and glanced at Michael beside her.

Realizing he had saved Bianca before, she had really underestimated him.

Michael felt Isabella's judgmental gaze and looked at the frail Bianca, feeling somewhat awkward. "You misunderstood. I was just passing by that time, and you blocked my way home."

"But you did save me. Are you not even willing to admit that?" Bianca was on the verge of tears.

Michael was speechless. He cleared his throat. "I intervened because those people were my subordinates. They usually collected protection fees for me. I couldn't just watch them bully someone, so I had to pull them aside and teach them a lesson."

This time, not only Bianca but even Isabella was stunned.

This was the Michael they had admired for over a decade, a person revered as a role model by the outside world.

As a child, he led a group of kids to collect protection fees. Did the Brown Family lack that bit of money?

Isabella really wanted to know why she had loved Michael so much back then.

"But..."

Bianca wanted to say something more but was promptly stopped by Isabella.

"Shut up!"

She couldn't listen to it anymore.

If this continued, she wasn't sure if the two were really lovers, but she couldn't hear any more about Michael's past.

She could hardly look directly at the tall and cold Michael in front of her.

"Whether it's work or personal matters, I don't want to hear it anymore. Either you leave now, or I'll have someone escort you out!" As Isabella spoke, she had already pressed the intercom, "Security, send two people to escort Ms. Taylor out of the company."

Bianca looked at Isabella in disbelief, sitting in Michael's chair and using his authority.

Seeing Bianca not moving with her blush face, Isabella didn't forget to add one last sentence, "One more thing, from today on, your cooperation with the Brown Group is over. There will be no renewal, and all your current endorsements are canceled. You no longer have the right to step into the Brown Group for work. Do you understand?"

Isabella squinted her eyes slightly, hitting the key points with a calm demeanor.

She seemed indifferent to everything, but she kept everything in her heart.

Michael lowered his eyes, taking in her every move. Isabella always managed to surprise him unexpectedly.

Every aspect of her had a deadly attraction to him.

Bianca, who used to enter the CEO's office without any hindrance, was now kicked out of the Brown Group.

From today on, she wasn't allowed to enter the company without an appointment.

The company's internal staff only learned today that Bianca was the one pretending to be the hostess of the Brown Group.

Every time she brought breakfast to the company, everyone greeted her respectfully, not expecting Isabella to expose her so quickly.

Bianca was thrown out like trash, utterly humiliated.

The gossiping voices followed her all the way. The moment she walked out of the building, Bianca's face turned blush with shame.

She randomly hailed a cab and cried all the way back to the apartment Michael had given her family.

In the small living room, Indigo and Harper were arguing fiercely about the villa they used to live in.

Harper, hands on her hips, cursed Indigo for being stupid, questioning why he didn't secure the house in his name after Grace died.

Now, she was used to living the life of a wealthy lady, and in her old age, she was looked down upon.

The house they lived in now wasn't bad, but compared to the Garden Villa, it was far inferior.

Her status had significantly dropped.

Harper, who had risen from the bottom, cursed with the most unpleasant words.

Indigo, afraid of Harper, wanted to curse back but didn't dare.

Marrying Harper was the biggest punishment of his life.

In his youth, he had been sincere, with Grace, who was an elegant andgenerous woman.

But men were like that; facing the same type of woman for a long time, they inevitably succumbed to temptation.

At that time, he thought that since Isabella had been kicked out, it didn't matter whose name was on the house; it was still his.

Now, he only regretted not being more ruthless, wishing Grace and Isabella had both died, saving him from all the subsequent troubles.

If Isabella were dead, Bianca would have married into the Brown Family by now.

He would have more money than he could spend in a lifetime.

Seeing Bianca return with red eyes, Harper lovingly fetched some ice.

Listening to Bianca recount what had happened at the Brown Group, Harper's hands trembled with anger. "It's that bitch Isabella again. Why didn't she die back then?"

She then comforted Bianca, "Bianca, don't cry. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with Isabella. Just wait and see."

"Mom, do you really have a way to deal with Isabella?" Bianca stopped crying, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

"Of course, Grace wasn't my match. How arrogant can Isabella be? I will definitely avenge you."

At the CEO's office, Michael looked down at Isabella, who was flipping through the contracts on his desk with interest, her body leaning against the desk, long legs crossed.

"Did you have fun?" His voice was low and magnetic.

Hearing this, Isabella pushed the chair back a step with her long legs, looking at him with a raised chin. "Not bad. Maybe being a major shareholder of the Brown Group isn't so bad."

"Is being a major shareholder the only good thing?" Michael gazed at her, raising an eyebrow, clearly implying something.

Isabella pretended not to understand. "What else is there?"

Michael hooked the chair with his long leg, pulling her back in front of him. "There's also me."

With that, he pressed the back of the chair, lowering his head to kiss her, his eyes filled with uncontrollable desire.

"Stop it, what are you trying to do again?" Isabella panicked. Michael had been acting like he was in heat lately, kissing her at every turn.

Michael chuckled, determined to have her. "Why hide? Who was the one seducing me just now? Now you want to back out? Too late."

As Michael's handsome and devilish face got closer, Isabella's breath tightened.

At that moment, the ringing of her phone saved her.