Chapter 211
Violet's heart suddenly raced, and her face flushed. She resisted the urge to throw herself at him.
She shyly said, "How could you think that? I just think the name Violet is too common. Everyone calls me that, but I want you to be the special one."
"Special?"
Michael raised his attractive eyebrows, "How am I different from everyone else? Why should I be more special, hmm?"
He deliberately spoke in a vague and ambiguous manner.
In Violet's eyes, Michael was a high and mighty figure, and now he was lowering himself to ask for her affection.
Which woman wouldn't be moved by such actions from Michael?
If Isabella were present, she would surely see through it immediately. This was Michael using tactics to achieve his goals.
Usually, when he did this, there was a deeper conspiracy behind it.
Michael was very cunning, and anyone who crossed him would be unlucky.
But Violet was right in the center of the trap and couldn't tell if Michael's words were true or false.
She only knew that Michael was sending her signals of pursuit, and if she didn't seize the opportunity, she would lose the entire Brown Family.
"Of course, it's because I like you that I treat you specially. Isn't that right, Mr. Brown?"
Violet raised her eyebrows and boldly expressed her feelings to Michael.
She had come for him, so she wouldn't miss any chance to flirt with him.
"It seems we need a formal occasion to discuss this topic properly."
Michael immediately extended an invitation for the evening, "Let's have dinner together tonight. I think we have a lot of common topics to talk about."
This unexpected development delighted Violet. If she could take this opportunity to win over Michael, she wouldn't have to work hard as an intern anymore.
This was going too smoothly.
"Sure, since it's dinner, how about I arrange the place?"
Violet bit her lip, the implication was obvious.
Dinner wasn't important; what they did afterward was.
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Violet's proactive approach was exactly what Michael wanted.
He wanted to give her enough opportunities to fall into his trap and then personally reveal her true identity. Was she really Bianca?
"See you tonight."
As she left, Violet threw a flirtatious glance at Michael on the sofa, her eyes filled with determination.
Michael also took out his phone and arranged for a few people to follow her.
He wanted to see what tricks Violet could play.
Meanwhile, at the Brown Villa.
Upon suddenly learning from Daniel that Isabella was pregnant, the entire Brown Family was ecstatic.
Aiden had been waiting for this great-grandchild for three whole years.
Just when he thought there was no hope, a joyous event suddenly occurred.
Isabella was pregnant!
After hanging up the phone, Aiden kept muttering about his great-grandchild and urgently called the butler and Stella over.
One was to arrange the decoration of the nursery and prepare all the necessary items for the pregnant woman, getting ready for Isabella's return.
The other was to contact the family doctor and nutritionist to take care of Isabella during her pregnancy, as well as a trustworthy nanny.
Everyone was busy, and those who didn't know might have thought the Brown Villa was preparing for Christmas a few months early.
At this moment, Aiden suddenly slapped his forehead.
How could he forget the most important thing?
Isabella was pregnant, but where was Michael?
He took out his phone and dialed Michael's number.
When Michael answered, Aiden directly ordered, "Come home immediately, without delay!"
Was Michael out of his mind? How could he not cherish such a good wife like Isabella? Did he really want to wait until Isabella and the child were gone to regret it?
"Not tonight, I have something to do."
Michael calmly replied.
He had finally managed to get Violet into his trap and couldn't give up halfway.
Besides, Aiden calling him home at this time was undoubtedly about him and Isabella.
He had just signed the child agreement with Isabella and didn't know how to explain the child's situation to Aiden.
But Aiden didn't know what he was thinking and was furious upon hearing this.
"Say that again! Do you really have the guts to disobey me, Michael? Let me make it clear, if I don't see you back tonight, I'll come to you in the company tomorrow!"
Aiden was extremely angry.
In his eyes, nothing was more important than Isabella being pregnant.
And Michael, instead of caring about the family, was busy with other things.
Did Michael really want to drive him to his grave?
"Grandpa!"
Michael emphasized, feeling helpless, "Can you be reasonable? I'm in charge of the company now, with many things to handle. Forcing me to come back now serves no purpose."
"I'm very busy right now. I'll come to see you when I'm free. That's it, I'm hanging up."
"You ungrateful brat..."
Seeing that Michael dared to hang up before he finished speaking, Aiden's beard almost stood on end with anger.
"Such a brat, I'll kick his ass when he get back!"
At this moment, Stella, having completed Aiden's tasks, brought over the tea prepared by the servants.
"Dad, I've done everything you asked. When do you plan to bring Isabella over, or should we wait until the child is born and then arrange for her to be taken care of? There won't be any mistakes."
Although it was too early to say this, Aiden was so fond of the idea that it was better to show some initiative than to do nothing.
But she had been holding the tea for a while, and Aiden hadn't taken it.
Stella looked up instinctively and saw Aiden staring at her with a frown, suddenly asking, "Tell me, how have I treated Michael all these years?"
Stella was taken aback, then froze.
The question was too abrupt, and she couldn't guess what Aiden was thinking.
But saying good things wouldn't hurt.
After all, Michael was now the head of the Brown Group. Saying a few nice words to please Aiden wouldn't cost anything.
"Dad, you've been very good to Michael. If it weren't for your careful nurturing, he wouldn't have grown up to be so outstanding. It's all thanks to you."
But her words didn't seem to hit the mark.
Aiden continued, "I mean emotionally, how have I treated him?"
Stella praised even more, "In that regard, you've been the best to Michael. You've never really hit him since he was a child. Everyone knows how deeply you love him."
"Exactly!"
Aiden finally heard something he agreed with, his face darkening.
"I've been too good, too indulgent!"
That's why Michael dared to throw a tantrum at him, not coming home, not caring about Isabella and the child. Did he want to die?