Chapter 97

Michael's expression was dark and terrifying, thinking Emilio didn't deserve to humiliated him to his face.

"The relationship between us is none of your business to judge. Isabella is my wife. Why do you shout in front of me?"

An invisible anger was spreading between the two.

Seeing Emilio's clenched fists, Isabella quickly intervened, "Emilio, please step outside for a moment."

"Ms. Taylor..." Emilio was worried about leaving her alone with Michael, but after receiving a signal from Isabella, he held back his words and left.

The others in the conference room, seeing the situation, left voluntarily.

Isabella led Michael to her office.

She closed the door and sat back in her chair with a stern face, warning Michael, "Michael, get this straight. This is the Wilson Group, not the Brown Group. If you have any issues, take them up with me. But if you're here to cause trouble, I won't hesitate to call security to throw you out."

Only then did Michael shift his full attention to Isabella, realizing she was different at work than usual.

The custom-made white suit dress perfectly outlined her graceful figure, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her makeup was exquisite, and her slightly furrowed brows exuded an aura of sharpness he had never seen before.

Michael was a bit dazed. From the first time he met Isabella, she had always given him the impression of being obedient and compliant, especially after marriage, where she centered her life around him.

She was willing to lower herself to please him, even going to great lengths to seduce him in order to have his child.

Now, transformed into the CEO of the Wilson Group, she was stunningly unrecognizable.

But he hadn't forgotten why he was here today.

A newspaper he had been clutching all the way was slammed heavily on the desk. Michael, suppressing his anger, questioned, "Isabella, why did you do that? Do you really want everyone to know I have a sexual dysfunction?"

Isabella kept a straight face, steadfastly refusing to admit it. "How can you be so sure it was me? Besides, you went to the hospital, so why are you afraid of people talking?"

Michael was furious. "I went to the hospital for you!"

"What does that have to do with me, Michael? Don't slander me. I didn't force you to go. If you have erectile dysfunction, just admit it What's there to deny?" Isabella muttered softly.

Michael's face darkened, infuriated by her.

But seeing her red lips moving, he suddenly changed his mind, took a big step towards her, and gave a wicked smile.

"No one knows better than you whether I have a sexual dysfunction. Since you doubt it, why not test it on the spot to prove my 'ability.'" Michael's eyes darkened, and he was about to make a move on her.

Isabella quickly got up from her chair and looked at him speechlessly. "Mr. Brown, you may be interested, but I'm not. We are in the office; I don't want to be seen."

"Mr. Brown, if you have nothing else, please leave. I have work to do," Isabella directly asked Michael to leave.

"I haven't gotten my justice yet, and you want to kick me out? Isabella, do you think I'm one of those adulterers who come at your beck and call?" Michael raised an eyebrow, completely ignoring Isabella's words. He grabbed her at the edge of the desk and pressed her down, kissing her directly.

Just as he was about to tear off her clothes, there was a knock on the door.

Isabella, pinned under Michael, froze in fear and bit down on Michael's lip.

She didn't control her strength, and Michael let out a muffled groan, his lip bleeding.

At this moment, a voice came from outside. "Ms. Taylor, are you in the office? There's a document that urgently needs your signature."

It was a subordinate from the secretary's office.

But looking at their situation, she was fine, just a bit disheveled.

But Michael was different. Not only was his lip bitten, but his tie was also a mess, and there were nail marks on his neck.

If her subordinate saw this, they would definitely think something was going on.

There wasn't enough time for him to hide elsewhere. Isabella pulled out a chair and pointed under the desk. "Don't just stand there, get in."

Michael was stunned, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Hurry up. If someone sees us like this, how can I command respect in the company?" Isabella urged in a low voice.

Before she finished speaking, Michael ducked under the desk, moving so quickly that she thought he had changed his ways.

"Come in."

However, as soon as she sat down, she realized his true "plot."

The subordinate placed the document on the desk, and Isabella's hand trembled as she took the pen, startling the secretary. "Ms. Taylor, are you okay?"

"I'm... fine." Isabella's face was flushed.

She bit her lip and clamped Michael's wandering hand between her legs, but she underestimated Michael's deviousness.

Isabella's tender inner thighs clamped his hand, but met with the more stimulating warmth of his tongue.

Isabella shuddered. If she hadn't bitten her lip, her voice would be heard.

She covered her mouth with one hand and quickly signed the document with the other, handing it back to the secretary. "Alright, go handle it."

Michael was actually licking her with his tongue.

"Yes, Ms. Taylor." The secretary took the document and turned to leave.

During this time, Isabella did her best to suppress her voice, never feeling that a few minutes could be so torturous.

The door closed again.

Her body and emotions experienced the most intense sensation, and Isabella's tense body instantly went limp, her lower body already wet.

Michael knew her body and sensitive spots too well.

The next second, Michael stood up and pressed her onto the desk, his hands on either side of her, his lower body tightly pressed between her legs, making her feel his sexual function.

His cock pressed against her, and Michael deliberately pushed against her through their clothes.

"You're satisfied, but what about me?" Hot breath sprayed in her ear, and Michael bit her lip seductively, coaxing her, "Come to my place tonight..."

Before he could finish, Isabella pushed him away. "Dream it. I will never set foot in the Brown Villa again."

Michael stared at her flushed face and thought of her reaction just now, smiling, "Tonight, I'll be waiting for you in my room."

After speaking, he stood up, casually straightened his tie, and left.

As soon as he stepped out, Michael was met with the gazes of the people outside. Not only did he not try to hide, but he also openly displayed the "marks" Isabella had left on him.