Chapter 379

"Michael, are you seriously feeling sorry for her just because she lost a kid?"

"And did you ever think about what kind of life I had when you dumped me in that hellhole in Auroria?"

Bianca sneered. "When I was nearly tortured to death there, did you ever feel even a bit of pity for me?"

Michael's face darkened. "Bianca, do I need to remind you of the stupid things you did back then?"

He regretted not sending her even farther away, giving her the chance to escape.

And now she had connections with the mysterious Adri family.

Bianca hadn't forgotten the drugs she had given Isabella, which she had bought at a high price from the black market.

She had hoped Isabella would be taken from the nightclub and, ideally, raped.

Instead, she had inadvertently brought Isabella and Michael together.

She regretted it deeply.

But tonight, she didn't want to dwell on those bad memories. Her time was running out, and she wanted to spend every moment she had left with him.

"Michael, do you have to bring this up? Don't you remember the good times we had? Back then, you only had eyes for me."

In a few days, she would have to return to that man.

She might never have the chance to come back.

Even if she did, her parents were dead. What would she come back for?

So, she had seen through it all.

Whatever she wanted, she would take by any means necessary, so she wouldn't have any regrets.

Having said that, Bianca couldn't wait any longer and reached out to unbutton Michael's shirt.

With his hands and feet tied, Michael couldn't stop Bianca's actions.

In no time, Michael's muscular chest was exposed to Bianca.

Michael finally couldn't calm down anymore.

"Bianca, are you crazy? Get off me!"

Michael's eyes were full of disgust. He couldn't accept any woman other than Isabella, especially not Bianca, who had caused his child's death.

He felt nothing but revulsion.

"How could I leave when you're right here?"

Bianca reached out to touch Michael's strong chest, biting her lip with an eager expression. "Michael, just stop resisting. Isn't this the kind of thing you men love the most?"

As she spoke, she pulled Michael's shirt apart.

Ignoring his words, she kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and straddled his waist. The feeling was exhilarating.

No matter how unwilling Michael was, in the end, he was lying there, letting her touch him.

She knew he didn't love her anymore, but just having him once would be enough.

As Bianca lowered her head to kiss his lips, Michael, summoning strength from who knows where, flipped her off the bed.

She nearly hit the wall.

"Michael!"

Bianca couldn't believe it. How could he push her away when she, a beautiful woman, was on top of him?

Her face turned red with anger. She refused to believe there was a man she wanted but couldn't have.

As she stood up, she twisted her ankle and gasped in pain.

Gritting her teeth, she glanced at Michael and went to get some medicine.

Seizing the opportunity, Michael rolled off the bed and bolted towards the door.

He crossed the small living room and reached the front door, only to find it locked.

In his current state, he couldn't open it.

No wonder Bianca was sitting in the living room, calmly rubbing her ankle, not worried at all.

She knew he couldn't escape.

"Bianca, I'm giving you one last chance. Open the door, and I'll spare your life."

Michael's face was almost black with anger.

As the CEO of the Brown Group, he had never suffered such humiliation.

He swore that once he got out, he would have Bianca sent to jail, where she would never see the light of day again.

"Michael, stop struggling. The drug's effects haven't worn off yet. If you pass out, we won't be able to continue."

Bianca's voice was sweet, but her smile was smug.

She had prepared thoroughly to get him.

The drug would sap Michael's strength but keep him conscious enough to have sex with her.

She wanted him to remember that wonderful moment forever.

While they were at a standoff, outside the door, a familiar figure approached.

Isabella stood in front of the opposite apartment door.

Facing the familiar yet strange environment, Isabella suddenly felt like giving up.

She admitted she had come here to avoid the mess between Michael and Bianca.

But as time passed, she couldn't help but think about what they were doing.

She should be storming into the bar, causing chaos for Michael and Bianca.

At least it would make her feel better, right?

So, what was the point of hiding in a small apartment?

The divorce papers weren't finalized yet. Why couldn't she exercise her rights as his wife and capture their scandalous acts as leverage?

At least then, Michael wouldn't dare cause trouble during the divorce.

Determined, Isabella took a deep breath and was about to drive to the Starlit Tavern when a loud noise came from the opposite apartment.

Isabella jumped.

She didn't come here often and didn't know when someone had moved in next door.

But the noise was too loud.

Could something have happened?

Worried, Isabella took a few steps closer to the door, about to knock and ask if they needed help, when the door suddenly burst open.

A tall figure fell out, followed by a woman in a camisole, her chest exposed, pouncing on the man.

They fell right in front of Isabella.

She was stunned by the scene.

What had she just witnessed?

A man tied up like a pretzel, his shirt in tatters, exposing his muscular back.

His pants were still intact but wrinkled from the struggle.

The woman on top of him was practically naked, her clothes barely covering anything, as she clung to him.

Isabella was about to back away when she saw the man's face.

Could it be Michael?