Chapter 274
Michael spoke with seriousness and determination, without a hint of perfunctoriness.
Isabella was now three months pregnant, and her belly was already showing. If she wore high heels to dance just to please him, then he would truly be a jerk.
In the distance, the sound of a violin could be heard. Michael held the petite Isabella in his arms, moving their feet to the rhythm of the music.
Isabella also went along, standing on tiptoe and immersing herself in the beautiful music with him.
The cruise ship slowly sailed into the depths of the sea, and the two of them, with their graceful dance moves, formed a unique and beautiful scene on the deck.
Meanwhile, in a locked room on the second floor.
Violet, who was supposed to sleep until noon the next day, suddenly struggled to lift a finger and then slowly opened her eyes.
Where was she?
In the pitch-black space, Violet propped up her weak body and reached out for the switch by the bedside.
She fumbled in the dark for a long time before finally hearing a click.
The blinding light fell from above, and Violet shielded her eyes for a moment before adjusting to her surroundings.
She was in a guest room.
Listening to the howling sea wind outside, she could confirm that she was still on the ship.
But how did she end up here alone?
Violet desperately tried to recall what had happened. She only remembered coming to the dining room with Michael and taking a sip of the red wine in front of her, and then she had no memory of what happened next.
She prided herself on not having such a poor tolerance for alcohol that she would pass out after just one sip.
It was clear that someone had set her up!
Thinking of this, her head suddenly ached. All signs indicated that she had been drugged!
It wasn't a life-threatening drug, but a sedative that put her into a deep sleep.
Looking at the completely dark night outside, Violet now only wanted to kill the person who drugged her.
To achieve her plan and complete a wonderful birthday trip with Michael, she had meticulously prepared for three whole days.
But just as she was about to succeed, someone drugged her at this critical moment!
Making her miss everything.
How could she not hate!
Who on earth had the audacity to drug her right under Michael's nose?
Violet clenched her fists tightly and, using the last bit of her strength, opened the door.
There was still some time before midnight. She couldn't give up the perfect opportunity to be with Michael on his birthday night.
Without a phone or a waiter, Violet could only support herself against the corridor walls, step by step, to find Michael.
She didn't know if the drug in her system was too strong, but it took her nearly an hour just to walk from the room to the outside.
She was drenched in cold sweat.
Fortunately, after coming out, she heard the music coming from the first floor, which was the location of the dance floor and the venue for Michael's birthday party.
He must be there!
With a goal in mind, Violet's eyes lit up.
She forced her weak body to walk step by step to the entrance of the first floor.
The music was so loud it made her head hurt. Seeing a group of people inside wearing masks and dancing wildly, Violet had no desire to join in.
After asking around and finding no one who had seen Michael, she had to look elsewhere.
But she had almost searched the entire yacht and still couldn't find Michael's whereabouts.
Just as she was about to give up, she walked out of the yacht to get some fresh air and clear her head. Unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure on the deck not far away.
There was a faint sound of a violin, and under the soft light, two people were dancing gracefully.
Violet's heart tightened, and she walked closer to the two figures in disbelief.
It wasn't until she saw their faces clearly that her expression changed drastically.
It was the Michael she had been searching for, and that bitch Isabella.
Isabella had taken her place, clinging to Michael and dancing with him.
How could she have the nerve to do such a thing?
Michael belonged to her, Violet. He was hers alone.
Seeing Isabella happily nestled in Michael's arms, smiling up at him.
Violet clenched her fists tightly.
No wonder she had been asleep for so long.
It was all Isabella's doing.
Who else but Isabella could have drugged her right under Michael's nose?
Taking advantage of her unconsciousness, that bitch Isabella had taken the initiative to get close to Michael and replaced her.
Violet's eyes turned red with hatred.
Isabella kept saying she wanted to divorce Michael, but behind the scenes, she used every trick to seduce him.
Violet questioned Isabella inwardly, 'You two have been married for three years, and he has never touched you. Don't you have any self-awareness? Michael never likes you! The person he always likes is me, Violet. And Michael must have cooperated with you because he is concerned about my safety. It must be like this. Isabella, relying on your status of the Wilson Family, had even thrown away your dignity to snatch Michael?'
Seeing the two of them dancing together, Violet was so angry she wanted to push Isabella into the sea to vent her anger.
But she couldn't be so impulsive.
If she showed up now and said something wrong, what if Michael recognized her true nature?
Moreover, she didn't know what Isabella had said to Michael. If she rushed over, she might fall into Isabella's trap, which would be even more detrimental to her.
However, she already had a more direct plan in mind.
That was to make Isabella die!
Only if Isabella died, her identity and the child in her belly would no longer affect her.
And only after Isabella truly disappeared could she marry Michael without any worries and become the enviable Mrs. Brown.
Once the thought emerged, Violet couldn't wait to execute it immediately.
Violet wanted Isabella to know that no matter how noble her status was, no matter how many people pampered and protected her, as long as Violet made one phone call, Isabella must die!
Thinking of this, Violet gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, turning towards the first floor of the yacht.
Before going in, she checked her makeup in the glass of the outer hall.
It was still acceptable, except for her slightly messy hair, everything else was perfect.
After touching up her red lips, Violet casually tousled her long hair, letting it become even messier, and walked into the party with a sway in her high heels.
With her sexy strapless dress and seductive eyes, Violet immediately caught the attention of many people as soon as she entered.
She arrived late and wasn't wearing a mask. Her red lips and messy long hair made her the focus of the crowd.
The men were eager to know who Violet would choose.
Violet extended her finger and looked around, finally settling on an ordinary-looking man. She bit her red lips lightly, "You."