Chapter 167

Chapter 167

The major wealthy families, upon learning what Isabella had done, were furious but helpless.

After all, with Michael around, they didn't dare do anything.

Meanwhile.

When Michael found out what Isabella had done, he had a splitting headache.

He glanced coldly at his assistant, "Tell them she's my person."

Jerry's eyes lit up.

On the other side, having finished everything, Isabella breathed a huge sigh of relief.

No matter what, things had finally been resolved perfectly.

Moreover, with so many people connected together, even if there was online public opinion, those wealthy families wouldn't dare do anything else.

Night fell.

Isabella returned home as usual. When she pushed open the door, it was pitch black inside, cold as an ice cellar.

What's going on? Michael hasn't come back?

Or does he have something to do?

Isabella was extremely busy. She checked her phone, turned back to her room, and without even time to shower, took out her computer and started working.

Things were different now. Although she had to deal with Stella's matters, the collaboration with Eric had already begun. Anyone with professional ethics wouldn't let other people affect their work.

Meanwhile.

Michael drove his luxury car home and looked up at the figure in the window, his face extremely dark.

He had deliberately held two meetings at the company before coming back today, but Isabella hadn't called even once from start to finish, as if nothing had happened.

Or did she not care at all?

Realizing this, Michael's expression grew even darker. He said nothing, just stared intently at that figure.

Time slowly passed.

After who knows how long, he completely lost his patience, got in his car, and drove to a bar.

Under the dazzling lights.

The noisy music accompanied by those women's swaying dance moves lit up the private room.

But now, the private room wasn't as lively as usual. Everyone unconsciously focused their attention on the person sitting in the corner talking to Joseph.

"What's going on today? When Michael comes, even though he's in a bad mood, he doesn't usually look so gloomy. Look at him now, it's scary. I don't even dare to speak."

"Just now I was thinking our company has a project, wondering if we could collaborate with him. But look at that face—just one look from him and I didn't dare say a word."

Although they all belonged to wealthy families, there were still different levels.

These people looked glamorous on the surface, but in front of truly wealthy families, they were nothing. Michael could completely destroy their families with just one phone call or one sentence, so they couldn't afford to offend him.

Sensing something was off in the atmosphere, they weren't having much fun today. They didn't even dare laugh too loudly, worried they might offend Michael.

Others felt the same way, complaining while stealing glances over there from time to time.

Someone couldn't help but mock, "Some people are just strange. Back then, he was ruthless. When his wife had an accident, he turned a blind eye, even kicked her when she was down, made her leave with nothing, and escape abroad."

"Now who knows what he's doing. Is he pretending to be devoted? If I were Isabella, I wouldn't forgive him either."

They didn't know the truth about what happened back then, but one thing was clear: with Isabella's family background, she had no need to please Michael or act like a lapdog.

A young woman gave all her true love to a man, but got nothing in return, ending up covered in wounds.

To this day, they still felt sorry for Isabella.

Who would have thought that loving someone so sincerely would end up with nothing, even being forced to leave the country.

This matter had long spread throughout their circle. People didn't dare say anything out loud, but they despised it in their hearts.

After all, everyone in the circle knew everyone else.

Michael was calm and composed, cold and ruthless, never took anyone seriously, and only acted based on interests.

Of course, it wasn't that there was no one he couldn't help, but it was extremely rare.

Here they were discussing Isabella's matters, and the same was happening on the other side.

Watching Michael drink one glass after another.

Joseph was quite helpless, patting his forehead with his hand, "What's wrong with you? You're decisive and efficient at work, so why do you keep making mistakes when it comes to women?"

In his view, if you like someone, you like them; if you don't, forget it. It's better to distance yourself quickly. Why torture yourself like this?

Moreover, in his opinion, the two of them were no longer suitable for each other. Separating would be best.

Michael suddenly looked up. At this moment, he was more like an enraged beast, ready to pounce and tear at any moment.

"I didn't go home tonight. I deliberately stayed late, but Isabella was just busy with work. Not a single phone call, not a single message."

"Can a person really change just like that? It's only been a few years. When we met again, she doesn't care about my health or whether I'm happy. She just wants to get benefits from me. You know what? During this time together, she hasn't genuinely cared about me at all, and she's been trying every way to get benefits."

As he spoke, his voice inexplicably carried a hint of choking.

Joseph was even more helpless, "So if you switch perspectives, if you two switched places, and you left in disgrace back then, would you still be devoted to the other person after coming back?"

"Stop being so demanding. Besides, the current situation is already good. What more do you want?"

Michael obviously didn't think so. He gritted his teeth and picked up another glass of wine to drink, "I won't allow it. I want things to go back to how they were before."

Joseph shook his head, looking at him like he was looking at a fool, "Then take your time. I want to see who ends up getting hurt."

He didn't want to deal with a drunk anymore. He turned and left, but had someone keep an eye on him.

Suddenly the door opened, and some women walked in from outside.

Joseph's eyes lit up, "Why don't you test whether Isabella cares about you or not? How about you hold these women, take a photo, and have Isabella come pick you up?"

Michael instinctively shook his head, then suddenly thought of something. He grabbed a woman and held her in his arms, then took out his phone and took several photos in a row. His hand trembled for a moment, then he hit send.

Time passed bit by bit, a full ten minutes.

In those ten minutes, the phone didn't ring, didn't even light up once.

He stared at his phone the whole time, his eyes becoming increasingly red.