Chapter 303
Bianca was seething with hatred, but the moment she looked up, she met Michael's unfathomable eyes.
Michael's gaze was deep, just like the gentle look he used to give her.
All of this should have belonged to her.
But after she inexplicably passed out on the yacht, everything changed.
Michael's heart was stolen by that bitch Isabella that night.
His affection was no longer solely for her.
At this moment, Michael suddenly spoke coldly, "Bianca, do you really want to marry me and become Mrs. Brown that badly?"
Didn't she know her place? Did she really think that any woman could just walk into the Brown Family?
Bianca certainly didn't think Michael had suddenly changed his mind. She could hear the hint of sarcasm in his words.
He looked down on her.
Or had he already guessed what happened to her in Auroria?
But all of that was thanks to him.
Sure enough, the next second, Michael continued, "Don't forget, the Taylor Family is gone, and no one is protecting you anymore. If you confess everything now, I can still give you a way out. By the time I catch you red-handed, it will be too late."
He no longer had any sympathy for Bianca. He said this only to see if she had any intention of repenting.
If she could understand his words and confess everything voluntarily, he could let her go, so she wouldn't end up like Indigo and Harper.
But Bianca didn't think that way. If she told him the truth, she would truly lose Michael.
As long as she had something he wanted, he wouldn't let her go easily.
That way, she still had a chance.
She smiled seductively, "Michael, your words hurt my heart. I have no dirt for you to catch. I'm as clean as can be."
Without the Taylor Family, she still had that person helping her.
Now, even the Wilson Family couldn't do anything to her. What could Michael do?
If she didn't still have feelings for Michael, she could easily disappear from his sight, never to be found again.
Would she still foolishly wait for him to show up and give him this chance?
He would never understand how much she loved him.
Suddenly, Michael's voice rang out again, "Have you heard about the recent explosion at Elysian Bridge?"
He looked at her intently, as if trying to see through her.
If he couldn't find a direct link between Bianca and the explosion, he wouldn't have to resort to testing her to find evidence.
Bianca felt a pang of anxiety but showed no change in her expression.
She replied nonchalantly, "It was all over the news. How could I not have heard about it? Such a big explosion, who knows how many people died."
Too bad Isabella wasn't among them.
The explosion was meant for her, but she managed to escape.
Isabella didn't know where she got such good luck.
But no matter how much Michael investigated, he wouldn't find anything on her because it had nothing to do with her. Harper did it for her. What did she have to fear?
Michael watched her face for any changes but saw nothing.
But he wasn't in a hurry. He would eventually find out who tried to harm Isabella.
"It seems you don't know about this. That's good, otherwise..." He paused, looked out the window at the solemn courthouse, and said slowly, "Otherwise, it wouldn't just be your parents being sentenced."
The message was clear.
He suspected her but had no evidence.
Bianca's face finally changed.
She was willing to endure all the pain to come back and see Michael. He knew what had happened in the courtroom earlier, yet he still wanted to hurt her.
She loved him so much, but all she got in return was suspicion and doubt.
But she wasn't stupid.
Since Michael had no concrete evidence, no matter what he said or did, she wouldn't fall into his trap easily.
Although she didn't orchestrate the explosion, it was related to her.
She would never admit to it.
This involved not only her but also the people helping her from above. If she spoke out, she wouldn't even know how she died.
"Michael, I know you have misunderstandings about me. I'm truly innocent. Otherwise, the court wouldn't have let me leave immediately."
Michael just sat quietly, not responding.
He didn't believe a word Bianca said.
But Bianca continued relentlessly, "I know you're just temporarily blinded by Isabella. She doesn't love you, yet she uses the child to tie you down."
"If possible, I really hope you can see Isabella's true feelings for you. She doesn't love you. Only I truly love you. I'll wait for the day you see that, and then we can be together again, okay?"
No matter what Michael said, she firmly believed that his sudden change was all Isabella's doing.
If Isabella were gone, Michael would definitely go back to the way he was when they worked together in the company.
Looking at her with gentle, affectionate eyes.
So, as long as she got rid of Isabella, Michael would definitely come back to her.
She always believed that once Isabella was dead, the position of Mrs. Brown would be hers.
And Michael would be exclusively hers, Bianca's.
Thinking about that day coming, she felt a surge of excitement.
Hearing Bianca's delusional tone, Michael chuckled lightly, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Alright, I'll wait for that day."
He raised an eyebrow, watching Bianca leave.
As the car door closed, Michael's face darkened instantly. He instructed Aaron in the front, "Have someone keep an eye on her. See who she's been in frequent contact with lately."
"Yes, Mr. Brown!"
Aaron immediately took out his phone to arrange for surveillance of Bianca's every move.
As the car started, Michael thought of something and said, "You personally keep an eye on Glamour Oasis. See if there's anything to discover."
"Understood."
Hearing this, Aaron's eyes lit up.
He had been in the hospital for so long, he wondered if Renee had already forgotten about him.
Taking this opportunity to tease her wasn't a bad idea.
Using Michael's orders to secretly pursue Renee.
Was there anything more satisfying than that?
But he couldn't let Michael see through his little scheme.
If Michael saw through his true intentions, he might kick him out.
The next morning, Aaron appeared at Glamour Oasis.
He didn't go into the VIP room but sat on the sofa in the waiting area outside, drinking coffee brought by the receptionist, leisurely waiting for Renee to arrive.
When Renee arrived, she happened to be asked by a female customer, "Ms. Faith, didn't you say this place doesn't accept male clients? Why does this man look like a regular here?"