Chapter 161

She was about to go back to sleep when the phone rang again the next second.

She was completely furious and answered the call, yelling, "Michael, are you out of your mind? Can't you tell I don't want to answer your calls? Why do you keep calling?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line before a voice that didn't belong to Michael cautiously came through.

"Isabella, it's Ethan." Ethan was intimidated by Isabella's fierce tone.

He never knew that Michael, who was like a God outside, would be scolded like this at home by Isabella.

"Ethan?" Hearing it wasn't Michael, Isabella rubbed her forehead awkwardly and took a deep breath. "Do you need something?"

Ethan then remembered the main issue. "Well, Isabella, could you come to Starlit Tavern to take Michael home? He's been drinking heavily since the afternoon and is now completely out of it. The key thing is, he's running a high fever. If something happens to him, it would be quite serious. Could you please come over?"

"Let him find a designated driver himself." Isabella frowned deeply; she hated picking up drunk people.

Ethan, sitting in the private room, looked at the already slumped Michael, swallowed hard, and replied over the phone, "He's probably too out of it to recognize anyone right now. Isabella, you know his quirk; he doesn't like anyone else touching his car. Besides, in his current state, if no one helps him, he might really get worse."

Isabella didn't want to pick Michael up, but hearing that he had a high fever, she couldn't help but feel a bit soft-hearted.

After all, his injuries were from protecting her.

If Michael's condition worsened, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Aiden.

"Got it, I'll be there soon."

"Got it, I'll be there soon." Hanging up, Isabella changed into a thicker outfit from her wardrobe and quickly left.

It seemed that Aiden had arranged for her and Michael to have some space, as there wasn't a single person downstairs.

Isabella skillfully drove her car out.

In the most luxurious private room of the Starlit Tavern, Michael and Ethan were sitting in the center.

Surrounding them was a group of young, hot beauties of all types and tastes.

All of them were trying to cozy up to Michael, the most prestigious, wealthy, and powerful man in Evergreen City.

After all, Michael had personally chosen them this time, so no one wanted to miss such a rare opportunity, and they were all showing off their sexiest sides.

And Michael seemed like a different person, usually too lazy to even lift his eyes, now reaching out to the women throwing themselves at him, accepting them all.

One by one, they sat beside him, their ample breasts pressing against Michael's arm.

Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled, pulling one of them into his arms.

His charming and flirtatious demeanor made even Ethan, sitting beside him, blush and feel dry-mouthed, not out of embarrassment, but out of fear.

Who knew that right after he hung up Isabella's call, the drunken Michael would start demanding women and call everyone in the bar over.

With this scene, how was he supposed to explain to Isabella when she arrived?

The two were still in the middle of a divorce. If Isabella saw this, she would blow up.

Ethan was still thinking of an excuse when Isabella arrived outside the private room.

The moment she pushed open the door, she was greeted by the sensual scene.

And the man being fed drinks by all those women was her soon-to-be ex-husband, Michael.

Isabella stood at the door, backlit, her eyes emitting a fierce glare.

Ethan was so scared he fell to the ground, who wanted to explain, but Isabella didn't even look at him.

She didn't blame Ethan; if it weren't for his call, she might never have seen such a shocking scene in her life.

Isabella had only one thought now: to cut off Michael's genital.

So he could never use it again, and see how long he could keep being a playboy.

Just as she was about to rush over and drag him up, Isabella suddenly thought of something.

If Michael had heard Ethan's call to her, then this scene might have been staged for her to see.

Since he went to such lengths, she couldn't let this good show go to waste.

The scandalous news of the heir of the Brown Family, would surely attract a lot of attention online.

Thinking of this, Isabella's lips curled into a sly smile.

She took out her phone from her bag, aiming it at Michael in the center of the couch, but in the blink of an eye, the room was empty.

Even Ethan had sneaked away, and the room was now just her and Michael.

Seeing her in front of him, Michael somehow found the strength to stand up.

He staggered over to her and leaned his body against hers.

The strong smell of alcohol hit her, and Isabella frowned, pushing him away. "Michael, get off me. You reek of alcohol, don't touch me."

"I paid for this, why can't I touch?" Michael slurred, mistaking her for one of the women from earlier.

Isabella's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Her suddenly raised voice made Michael frown and open his eyes.

In his drunken state, Michael's usually sharp and fierce eyes were now deep and confused.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Isabella's face.

After a moment, his lips curled into a sexy smile. "You're so beautiful. This money was well spent, just seeing you is enough."

Saying this, he reached out to touch her face.

His grip was heavy, and Isabella's face was almost pinched red.

"Michael, stop it."

"So soft, I like it." Michael ignored her resistance, his hand slipping into her coat, feeling the curve of her waist.

Just as he was about to move his hand further, his wrist was suddenly in pain.

Isabella forcefully pulled his hand away and pushed him onto the couch. "Michael, stop pretending to be drunk to take advantage of me."

She thought Michael, with his proud nature, would throw a fit after being pushed away, and she was ready to fight him.

But Michael just lay there on the couch, motionless; his handsome face was now frighteningly blush.

Isabella suddenly remembered he had a fever.

She quickly went over to check his forehead, the temperature so high it almost burned her.

Isabella didn't dare think of anything else, straightening his body, preparing to take Michael home.

But as soon as she got close, the previously immobile Michael, as if sensing a familiar scent, squinted his eyes and reached out to touch her again.

This time, he directly pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. "You smell so good, I like this scent."