Chapter 166

The banner had a line of text.

The banner had a line of text: [Welcome Mr. Brown to Evergreen City University for an academic exchange lecture.]

Isabella finally realized that Michael wasn't here just to see her off; he actually had work here, which was why he agreed so readily.

Outside, Michael responded with a smile, "Mr. West, you're too kind. Evergreen City University is my alma mater, and it's my honor to come back and contribute to the school."

Being praised by someone of Michael's status, Travis was so excited he was almost in tears.

"Mr. Brown, you're not as cold as rumor has it. As the CEO of the Brown Group, you still thinks of your alma mater all the time. It's truly touching," Travis spoke passionately, every word flattering Michael.

The people behind him applauded enthusiastically, only sabella couldn't help but sneer.

She was also a student from Evergreen City University. Such words might fool freshmen, but not her.

During her four years at the university, she knew Principal Travis' temperament well, who was was stingy and unreasonable.

She once saw Travis scold a boy to tears in the cafeteria just because he posted about the cafeteria and school's hygiene online.

If she wasn't so familiar with Travis' face, she would have doubted her own eyes.

Money really did make a difference. Travis had been buttering Michael up without getting tired

Michael and Travis entered the school together. Isabella originally wanted to follow and see what lecture Michael was attending.

But his influence was too great; the room was instantly packed, with many girls from other departments trying to squeeze in.

Isabella, feeling helpless, was about to give up and look for Nolan.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked past her and headed straight to the podium.

Strangely, wherever she walked, it was as if there was some magic, and everyone instinctively made way for her.

Just like that, she smoothly walked up to Michael.

When Isabella saw the face clearly, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It was Violet, who had caused a scene at her birthday party.

Avoiding the crowd, Violet stood in front of Michael with an expectant look and said sweetly, "Mr. Brown, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

"Yeah. I didn't expect to see you here, Ms. Cooper." Michael, seeing Violet, just raised his eyebrows slightly, not feeling there was anything worth chatting about given their relationship.

"Mr. Brown, since we last parted, my longing for you has grown day by day. I wonder if you feel the same?" Violet's eyes sparkled, her words passionate and direct, making the people behind her gasp.

After all, Michael's status was obvious. If he took a liking to her, she might become wealthy.

Hearing this, Michael's eyes darkened.

Over the years, he had met many women, but it was the first time he encountered someone as bold as Violet in expressing her feelings.

Accidentally catching a glimpse of a familiar figure at the door, Michael had other thoughts.

He smiled slightly. "I'd like to hear how much you miss me."

Hearing his response, Violet's eyes lit up, and she looked at him seductively. "Mr. Brown, do you just want to hear it? Don't you want to touch my heart and feel it?"

Violet's bold behavior caused a stir at the scene, and many people below started to cheer.

The noise was so loud that it even caught the attention of Isabella, who was about to leave. Standing at the door, she could easily see the scene on the podium, especially the conversation between the two, which was relayed to her by these students.

Isabella's hands at her sides clenched.

She now wanted to punch Michael's hypocritical face, hoping to disfigure him so he couldn't flirt with women anymore.

In the morning, Michael had pretended to be a good man making her breakfast, but he was flirting with Violet now.

He liked this kind of atmosphere so much that even ten women at the bar last night couldn't satisfy him.

When Bianca was around, he wouldn't even look at her; now that Bianca was gone, he set his sights on Violet. In the end, the only person he didn't like was her.

Isabella could lower herself to this extent, probably just for the Wilson Group behind her and the child born from the union of the two families.

'Michael, this bad man, is full of schemes and tricks, with no sincerity at all.' She cursed in her head.

"Isabella, what are you doing here?" Behind her, Nolan, pushing a wheelchair, tugged at her hand.

Seeing it was Nolan, Isabella's anger subsided a bit. "Nolan, I was just about to find you. You didn't reply to my message earlier."

Nolan smiled. "Sorry. Today was my first public lecture at Evergreen City University, and I had my phone on silent."

Isabella didn't really blame him and nodded, asking about the situation, "Nolan, how was your public lecture? With your talent and years of dedication to music, you must have amazed everyone."

Nolan humbly smiled. "It was okay, not as exaggerated as you say. But the students were very supportive and all wanted to enroll in my class."

After speaking, he glanced towards the room and said to Isabella, "Isabella, I have a few minutes before my next class. Want to sit in my office?"

"Sure." Isabella agreed immediately, not wanting to stay and watch Michael and Violet flirt.

As she pushed Nolan away, she felt something was off.

As a professor in the music department, Nolan couldn't be unaware of Michael's lecture at Evergreen City University, yet he hadn't mentioned it to her.

However, recalling the confrontation between Michael and Nolan yesterday, Isabella could understand that Nolan didn't want to deal with Michael.

After sitting in the office for a while, Isabella followed Michael to the large classroom.

In the previous public lecture, Nolan had already demonstrated his skills, so this class was mainly in written form and interactive.

Isabella entered the classroom with Nolan and was naturally seated closest to him.

When the lecture began, Nolan opened his computer and used a PowerPoint presentation to show the history of piano music and the trends and changes in modern music.

On the podium, Nolan's tone was steady and compelling.

Through this course, Isabella learned that Nolan not only studied the piano but also had knowledge of other instruments.

And he could speak knowledgeably about each one, captivating the students below.

After all, who wouldn't like a handsome, gentle man who could play the piano like Nolan?