Chapter 170

Chapter 170

The sound of bodies colliding echoed continuously.

On the double bed, Michael was like an enraged beast, hooking Isabella's legs over his shoulders and thrusting wildly.

Isabella lay on the bed, clearly uncomfortable, yet desperately trying to match his rhythm.

Her moans were soft and seductive.

But inside, she was cursing.

What was wrong with Michael? Had he lost his mind?

They had just agreed to lie down and sleep together before going to work, but suddenly he went crazy, pinning her down and starting to fuck her.

The irritation in Isabella's eyes was about to overflow.

Michael saw it clearly, and seeing it only made him angrier.

He didn't know what had come over him. He'd just seen some photos of Isabella and Eric on his phone. He knew perfectly well nothing had happened between them, but he couldn't control himself.

When his cock entered her pussy, he regretted it.

He shouldn't have disregarded Isabella's body over this, and he definitely shouldn't have ignored her wishes.

But once their bodies truly became one, he couldn't control himself anymore.

He just wanted to fuck her wildly, to possess her.

But now, seeing the perfunctory attitude and disgust in Isabella's eyes, the anger in his heart surged up, impossible to suppress. He thrust even more violently.

Time slowly passed.

After countless orgasms, Isabella had no strength left. She opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but every time she tried to speak, the words came out incoherent.

Her whole body was covered in intimate marks, completely drained of energy.

In contrast, Michael seemed tireless, holding the person in his arms and continuing to thrust fiercely.

Noon.

Isabella couldn't take it anymore and finally passed out.

Seeing the person in his arms like this, Michael suddenly stopped, tenderly holding her in his arms, then carried her into the bathroom.

When she woke up again, Isabella glanced at the dark sky outside and hurriedly climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone.

The door opened, and Michael walked in from outside. Seeing Isabella's panicked look, he smiled helplessly.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it. No one will blame you. Besides, as long as I'm here, no one would dare blame you."

This was true—with Michael's influence, no one would dare criticize Isabella.

Isabella took her phone to the balcony and made a call.

Eric's hoarse voice came through, "How are you? How's your body? I heard you were sick. I wanted to call and ask, but I was worried about disturbing you."

Isabella breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to affect work. Where are you now? Let's meet up. I want to ask about today's work progress."

If he was working overtime, Eric should be at the office right now.

Just as Isabella expected, Eric really was there.

After hanging up, Isabella changed clothes and was about to leave when Michael grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, his voice clearly threatening.

"Where are you going this late at night? To discuss work alone with Eric again? I'm coming with you."

His attitude was firm, wanting to keep Isabella there, but facing those stubborn eyes, he finally chose to compromise.

Half an hour later, looking at the person following behind her, Isabella stood at the office door, completely helpless, "We're really just talking about work. Even if we're together late at night, it's for work. Can you give me some time and space?"

Michael paused, and his phone happened to ring. He walked aside to answer it.

Isabella took the opportunity to enter the office and closed the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't want to affect normal work because of me. I'm very sorry."

Eric waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing. The competing company also had some issues today, so there wasn't much work progress. Here's the latest information I've organized. Take a look when you have time."

He handed over the documents, then asked gently, "I know you just returned to the country and might not be adjusted yet. If there's any problem, you can come to me. I can arrange a professional checkup for you."

Feeling his concern, Isabella smiled, "It's fine, just a small issue. But this information is so detailed. Where should we start next? And how about those accounts you helped me investigate?"

Those wealthy families had probably already received the news and wouldn't just wait there for them to make a move. They would definitely try to deal with those innocent girls.

If something really happened, those account books would become their leverage.

Eric thought for a moment, "Are you sure you want to do this? You should know that the most important thing in this business is connections. If you offend all these people at once, they might not say anything, but they'll be on guard against you in the future."

Isabella didn't care at all, "So what? If their accounts are a mess and they're guarding against others, that means they're not clean themselves. It's better not to work with such companies anyway. They'd bring endless trouble."

Eric smiled, "From the first day I met you, I knew you were someone with very unique ideas. Turns out I was right. But this is good too. Itt can help screen clients for you."

The two talked for a while when suddenly the door opened.

The laughter in the office stopped abruptly.

Michael walked over with a dark expression, sat down next to Isabella, and put his arm around her intimately, "What are you two chatting about so happily? Count me in."

Isabella frowned, wanting to push him away, but Michael's arm wouldn't budge no matter how hard she tried.