Chapter 270

She even wanted him to watch her humiliate Isabella with his own eyes. She really didn't know her place!

On his birthday, he only wanted to spend it with his beloved Isabella. Besides Isabella, he didn't want to see anyone else.

So, before the birthday party started, he had already figured out how to deal with Violet first.

He gave her a double dose of sleeping pills. If the effect worked as expected, Violet would be asleep until at least noon the next day. By then, the birthday party would be long over.

He and Isabella would have happily spent his birthday together, watching the snow, blowing out candles, everything would be perfect.

When the party started, everyone gathered on the first floor's dance floor.

Strong electronic music was playing, and everyone entered the dance floor to let loose.

But for Isabella, a pregnant woman, these actions were torturous, making her want to escape as soon as possible.

Isabella frowned, wondering what Michael was up to. She had been sitting outside for half the day, and he hadn't shown up.

And Violet, shouldn't she be the one most eager to make an appearance in front of everyone at this time?

Why had both of them disappeared?

As more and more people appeared inside, Isabella remembered Holden's advice and didn't go in, instead finding a spot on the edge to sit down.

But she waited for a long time and still didn't see Michael's face.

Not only did she find it strange, but even the guests who came to the birthday party were quietly asking who the party was for.

It seemed they didn't even know it was Michael's birthday party.

Unable to guess what Michael was up to, Isabella decided to do nothing and wait for Michael to come to her.

At this moment, the music suddenly changed, and someone suggested an impromptu masquerade ball, mixing up the crowd to find their "soulmate."

In essence, it was about constantly changing dance partners, not looking at faces, just going with the feeling.

Isabella was long tired of such tricks.

Moreover, being pregnant, she couldn't dance, and she didn't dare to squeeze into the crowd, fearing it might harm the baby.

Just as she was about to go out for some fresh air, a tall man in a custom black and gold suit, wearing a fox mask, walked up to her and slowly bowed.

The man's height and build were very similar to Michael's, and the jawline exposed under the mask gave her a very familiar feeling.

But the lighting inside was dim, and she couldn't be sure if this masked man was Michael.

Until he reached out a hand to her, "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

The voice was similar to Michael's but had an unusual clarity.

Michael's voice was deep and powerful like a cello, making people feel immersed just by hearing it.

But the person in front of her had a mischievous boyish voice.

Even though he bore some resemblance to Michael, Isabella had no interest in his invitation.

She was long past the age of being moved by good looks, and besides, in her current condition, she couldn't dance.

"Sorry, I'm not in a position to dance. You should find someone else."

She thought that with such a firm refusal, the man would leave decisively to find his next "prey."

But to Isabella's surprise, the boy with the fox mask seemed particularly fond of her and didn't want to give up even after being rejected.

Instead, he showed more enthusiasm towards Isabella, sitting down beside her with his long legs.

"That's perfect. I don't really want to dance either. How about we chat here?"

Though his voice was somewhat deliberate, it didn't detract from its pleasant tone, especially with his excited tone as he sat beside her.

He seemed more like a boy mustering up the courage to chat with a girl.

Isabella raised an eyebrow. She was bored anyway, so having someone to chat with wasn't bad.

"Sure, young man, would you like something to drink?"

Seeing the waiter approaching with a tray of drinks, she turned to the man and suggested, "How about a Gin Fizz?"

Isabella subconsciously thought he was an outsider brought by friends to the party.

She ordered a drink that wasn't too strong.

But in the man's eyes, this gesture seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Young man?

The man looked at the juice in Isabella's hand with deep eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Are you doing this on purpose? Drinking juice yourself but ordering alcohol for me, are you trying to get me drunk and do something else?"

The man stared at Isabella but obediently took the cocktail from the waiter's tray.

He slowly tilted his sexy neck and drank the cocktail.

Putting down the glass, he leaned closer to Isabella, the sweet scent of the drink mingling with his breath and low laughter around her.

"You have good taste. I like this drink."

His deliberate closeness, his flattering attempts to get close, and his slightly raised tone after drinking all highlighted his strong male desire.

Isabella became wary. Recently, her identity had been posted on the black market for a high price. Who knew if this person was deliberately approaching her to gain her trust?

Just as she was about to get up and leave, she suddenly saw the man's large hand resting on the chair.

She recognized it immediately.

Because she had seen this hand countless times in the photo that Violet had used to provoke her. If it weren't for the dim lighting, she wouldn't have been fooled.

Especially with that expensive watch that Michael rarely took off.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the fox mask again, a mischievous smile forming on her lips.

Since Michael liked to play, she would play along.

As Michael leaned closer, Isabella didn't dodge. Instead, she reached out and lifted his chin, her fingers deliberately brushing along his superior jawline.

"So, do you like the drink more, or do you like me more, hmm?"

As expected, Michael's body stiffened.

Isabella became even more smug, pretending to be troubled, "What should I do? I'm starting to like you too. To be honest, I like young men like you the most. Compared to you, those men nearing thirty seem so dull."

Just when Isabella thought Michael would lose his temper under the mask, to her surprise, his large hand on the armrest suddenly grabbed her.

With a gentle pull, he drew her into his arms.

Whispering close to her ear, Michael's breath was hot and seductive, "Since you like it, how about I go with you, or you take me away?"

This blatant flirting left Isabella stunned.

But she wasn't one to give up easily.

Especially since it was Michael, she had to fight to the end.