Chapter 93

Michael, who was already familiar with Isabella's body, slid his large hand from her waist to her most sensitive spot, gripping it with just the right amount of pressure.

A coquettish sound escaped her lips, and Isabella quickly covered her mouth in shock.

But Michael, beside her, was more than satisfied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's better. If you had been this obedient earlier, how could I bear to make things difficult for you?"

Michael's voice was gentle, but there was no trace of affection in his eyes. He treated her like a stray cat on the street.

Isabella felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She propped herself up to avoid sliding down, her voice numb. "Michael, we've been married for three years. Haven't I been obedient enough?"

After marrying him, she had put him first in everything, even abandoning her own identity, doing things she didn't like, and pleasing people she didn't care for.

However, it still ended in divorce.

Her eyes stung with unshed tears, and Isabella bit her lip to hold them back.

She was no longer his wife and would not shed another tear in front of him.

Meanwhile, Olivia had finished her conversation with Tyrell but couldn't find Isabella anywhere.

She called Isabella's phone, but no one answered.

Then she remembered that Michael was also here. Olivia was suddenly alarmed, wondering if Isabella could have run into him.

The more Olivia thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She left Tyrell to wait and quickly went to look for Isabella.

As she reached the restroom door, she saw several people standing guard.

One of them she recognized from the hotel entrance-it was Isabella's bodyguard, who usually stayed out of sight.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is Ms. Taylor inside?"

The bodyguard recognized Olivia and nodded. "Ms. Taylor went in but hasn't come out. We can't go in without causing a scene. Ms. Smith, could you please check on her?"

They were all men and couldn't just barge in, no matter how worried they were.

Olivia nodded. "Alright, I'll go look for her."

Once inside, Olivia called out for Isabella, "Isabella, where are you? Answer me."

"Isabella." After calling few timeswith no response, Olivia frowned, feeling that something was off. "Isabella, are you okay? Is it that time of your period, or is your stomach hurting?"

She checked each stall in the empty restroom of the late-night cinema.

She searched from one end to the other but found no one.

Only the last stall by the window was left, usually used for storage. Olivia decided not to check it and turned to leave.

But she didn't expect that Isabella was trapped there by Michael, his body pinning her against the wall.

When Olivia had called out, Isabella had wanted to respond.

But before she could make a sound, Michael had covered her mouth, and his large body blocked her completely, making it impossible for her to make any noise.

Hearing Olivia about to leave, Isabella struggled desperately in Michael's arms, but he was much stronger than her, holding her tightly so that only her eyes could move.

She was about to give up, but Olivia was just one stall away from finding her.

Isabella prayed silently. 'Olivia, don't go. Just one more step, and you'll see me. Just a little further.'

But Michael's devilish voice responded, "Don't even think about it. Olivia can't save you. Tonight, you're mine, and no one can take you away."

Michael didn't release her mouth, so Isabella couldn't make a sound.

But his other hand wasn't idle, lifting her shirt and starting to tease her.

"Michael, you... pervert." Isabella was on the verge of suffocation, her face flushed, but it didn't stop Michael from taking advantage of her.

No matter how she tried to escape, she couldn't. Michael's hand unhooked her bra and continued to explore downward, even trying to enter her.

Suddenly, a loud phone ringtone broke the silence, which made Michael's actions pause instantly.

Meanwhile, Olivia, who had searched everywhere and found no one, thought the bodyguard at the door might have mistaken someone else for Isabella. Maybe she had already returned to the theater.

Just as she was about to head back, she heard a phone ringing in the previously empty restroom.

In that moment, she realized something and ran back inside.

In the last stall, Isabella clearly heard Olivia running back, and at the same time, Michael's phone call.

"Hello, Mr. Brown. This is the private men's clinic. You had an appointment a few days ago but didn't show up. May I ask why? If it's inconvenient for you to come in, we can offer home visits, though the fee will be higher." The caller's voice was deliberately low, but calling at this hour clearly aimed to exploit Michael's late-night vulnerability.

Isabella instinctively lowered her head.

But the next second, Michael's face was close to hers, holding the phone in front of her. "No need. I don't think I'll ever need it!"

He hung up the phone with one hand, his eyes burning with anger. "Isabella, you are really something, consulting a men's clinic for me?"

No one else would dare do such a thing.

Before she could respond, there was a loud knock on the door.

Olivia's angry voice nearly blew the roof off. "Michael, are you bullying Isabella in there? Let her go!"

"Don't think you can hide Isabella just because you're Mr. Brown. Isabella is the heiress of the Wilson Family. If you dare treat her like this, the Wilson Family will kill you." Olivia's voice was so loud that even the bodyguards outside heard it.

The next moment, several tall men in black suits rushed in, standing in front of Olivia and issuing a warning to those inside, "Mr. Brown! Release Ms. Taylor now, and we can all walk away peacefully. If you harm Ms. Taylor, we won't be so polite."

Inside, Michael was still fuming from the phone call and wanted to teach Isabella a lesson.

Before the bodyguards could count to three, Michael pushed the door open, only to see Tyrell, dressed in trendy clothes, standing behind the bodyguards.

Tyrell's anxious face relaxed visibly when he saw Isabella.

Seeing that, Michael's expression darkened.

In front of everyone, Michael raised an eyebrow and motioned to Tyrell. "You, come here."

Tyrell was taken aback, pointing to himself, and didn't know what Michael wanted to do with him.

But after hearing so much of the conversation, he knew Michael's identity. He had no choice but to comply.

"Were you the one sitting next to Isabella, deliberately getting so close to her? What are you trying to do, seduce her?" Michael asked coldly.