Chapter 378
Michael was a regular here, and stuff like this happened often enough that he didn't think much of it.
He nodded, "Just leave it here."
"Sure thing, Mr. Brown."
The waiter finally left.
Michael waited for quite a while, but there was still no sign of Bianca. He was starting to get a bit bored.
He looked at the new drink in front of him, which had a blue glow. Curious, he picked it up and took a sniff. The scent of lime hit him first, followed by other fruity aromas, and finally, the smell of alcohol.
He took a small sip. Not bad.
He had to admit, the bartender here was pretty talented, coming up with one or two new drinks almost every month.
The glass was shallow, and Michael finished it in one gulp.
Even though it was a cocktail, it was still alcohol-based, and the effects were starting to kick in.
Michael put down the glass and was about to get up to go to the restroom when he suddenly felt dizzy. If he hadn't been sitting on the couch, he might have crashed into something.
His mind went blank, and Michael's consciousness was quickly swallowed up.
The drug was so strong that he couldn't even make a sound before collapsing onto the couch.
The last thing he saw was someone coming in from outside, probably having heard the noise.
It was the same waiter who had brought him the drink. The waiter looked at him, clearly not intending to help.
Instead, he was just there to confirm that Michael was really out.
Was it him? Did he drug the drink?
That was Michael's last thought before he completely blacked out.
In the swirling darkness, it felt like he was having a long dream.
In the dream, he was constantly fighting with someone, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the other person's face.
When he finally woke up, he felt utterly exhausted, drenched in cold sweat.
Michael's vision was filled with blinding white light, and his head was pounding. He instinctively tried to hold his head, but found his hands were tightly bound.
Not just his hands, but his legs and feet were also securely tied.
He couldn't move at all.
A harsh light shone down on him.
Michael squinted to take in his surroundings and realized he was no longer in the bar. He was in an unfamiliar place, like an ordinary house.
But how did he end up here?
Michael couldn't figure it out, but he vaguely remembered seeing the waiter come in before he passed out.
After that, he lost all consciousness.
So, the person who brought him here was likely that waiter.
But then Michael reconsidered. It didn't seem possible.
He was a regular at the bar, and everyone there knew him. How could a mere waiter have the guts to drug him?
Plus, his people were all outside the bar. If he had been kidnapped, there would have been some commotion.
Unless someone was pulling the strings from behind!
Bianca!
Could it be her?
She was the one who had invited him to the bar tonight, and she was the one who hadn't shown up. She was also the only one capable of pulling off something like this.
What was Bianca up to?
As Michael pondered this, the door suddenly opened, and Bianca walked in, wearing a sexy black dress.
"Michael, you're finally awake. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."
Bianca reached out and touched Michael's face, her hand sliding down his body provocatively, lingering on his chest.
He didn't like this woman, so Bianca's actions only made Michael feel disgusted.
"Get your filthy hands off me!"
"Bianca, did you have someone drug me and bring me here?"
Even tied up like this, Michael remained calm, his eyes cold as he stared at Bianca.
Bianca didn't seem to care about Michael's disdain.
After all, he was already in her hands. No matter what, he couldn't escape.
She lifted his chin with her finger and asked, "So what if it was me? Michael, you know I've never let go of you. Today, I must have you."
"I had no choice but to bring you here. You always focus on that bitch Isabella and never spare any love for me. To get you, I had to resort to this."
Bianca's light words made Michael's face darken.
Was Bianca crazy?
Just because he didn't love her, she was going to force him to have sex with her?
"Let me go, and we can talk this out."
Michael knew reasoning with her wouldn't work. He had to lower her guard and find a chance to contact his people.
But this tactic no longer worked on Bianca. Last time in the warehouse, she had trusted Michael too much, and he had made a fool of her.
He had tied her to the bed and left her there.
Today, she was going to make him experience what she had felt.
"Michael, don't waste your time. No one can stop me from having you tonight. Besides, being with me benefits you too, doesn't it?"
Bianca raised her seductive eyebrows and leaned in, using her feminine wiles on Michael.
"Michael, do you know how much I want to be with you, to have your child? But you always reject me, push me away."
"Have you ever thought that I might be hurt and sad too?"
She placed her fingers on his lips, looking at him with eyes full of deep emotion, as if she wanted to show him her heart.
But all she got was Michael's cold response, "You're not worthy of having my child!"
He lifted his head, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. "You killed my child with your own hands."
Bianca laughed.
Her eyes were cold and icy.
"Michael, don't you think it's better that the child is gone?"
"That bitch Isabella doesn't love you. Why waste your time on her? What if she takes the child and finds another man to be the father? What would happen to your reputation?"
"You should be thanking me. That child shouldn't have been born. He was just a bastard Isabella had to trap you."
"Shut up!"
"That was my child with Isabella. Who gave you the right to talk about him like that? You don't deserve it!"
Seeing Michael's reaction, Bianca found it amusing.
At the same time, she realized how pathetic she was.
He didn't care about the child; he cared that the child was Isabella's.
But she would never admit that.
She would rather live in the lie that he just didn't love her anymore than believe he had true feelings for Isabella.