Chapter 489

Hearing Michael talk about the wedding, Nolan's face twisted with anger.

Seeing Michael like this, he couldn't help but think back to the day he confessed to Isabella.

At first, he thought she was just too shocked, but when she called him later, he realized she never intended to consider a future with him.

She had always loved Michael, from the beginning to the end.

She only befriended him out of pity, but he didn't need that!

The last thing he needed was anyone's sympathy!

The angrier Nolan got, the more satisfied Michael felt.

He had a sense of sweet revenge.

After all, he had learned this trick from Nolan, and now he was using it against him. Who wouldn't say he deserved it?

The next second, he heard Nolan's cold voice.

"Michael, you won't get your way! Do you really think Isabella will marry you again? I've known her for over ten years. Do you think I don't understand her? The only reason she accepted that gemstone pendant in front of you today was to avoid upsetting Grandpa. Isabella has already divorced you. She doesn't love you anymore. Even if she gets married, it will be to me, not you. Do you understand?"

Nolan clenched his fists and shouted at Michael in anger.

But Michael didn't care about any of this. His attention was on Nolan's legs, covered by a blanket.

Aaron had said that Nolan's legs were fine and that he could walk like a normal person.

He was only pretending to be wheelchair-bound.

But now, Nolan's legs were covered tightly by the blanket, and Michael couldn't see any problem except for the black shoes.

That didn't mean he couldn't uncover Nolan's secrets.

"Nolan, who Isabella marries is her choice, not something you or I can decide!"

Michael didn't take his words seriously.

He had said those things just to provoke Nolan.

Not to mention, Isabella had no intention of reconciling with him.

He just wanted to use these words to throw Nolan off balance, making it easier for him to ask his next question.

"Nolan, if your legs could walk normally, what would you want to do the most?"

Michael spoke calmly and casually.

But his sharp eyes were fixed on Nolan's expression, trying to confirm some answers.

For example, the man in the surveillance video from his office, dressed in sportswear, wearing a black mask and hat, who freely took documents from his safe and forged his handwriting to frame him.

What was Nolan thinking at that moment when he succeeded?

He must have been excited and happy.

Nolan had worked for the Adri Family abroad for so long, only to get their help in returning to the Brown Group. Now he was just one step away from achieving his goal.

How could he not be happy?

But Nolan forgot one thing: he wanted to use the Adri Family to get the Brown Group, while they only saw him as a stepping stone to take over the Brown Group.

People like that never agreed to share benefits. Their ambition had long been exposed.

Nolan was too smart not to see the Adri Family's intentions.

But his obsession with the Brown Group clouded his judgment. Desire, once it took root, became both a weakness and a vulnerability.

Rather than saying the Adri Family sought Nolan for "mutual benefit," it was more accurate to say Nolan was dragged down by his own desires.

To satisfy his hatred for being kicked out of the Brown Group, he was willing to ally with outsiders to bring it down.

Nolan, did you really not regret this?

At this moment, Nolan was still lost in the previous question.

If he could stand on his own two feet in front of everyone, what he wanted most would be to...

"I think I would propose to Isabella in front of a crowd."

Even knowing she wouldn't agree, he wanted to make his dream come true once.

He had loved her for over ten years and deserved one more chance to fight for his happiness.

Michael let out a dry chuckle.

He couldn't help it; someone out there was even more delusional than him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Nolan's face darkened, and his tone became cold.

Wasn't it Michael who asked the question? Nolan told the truth and was mercilessly mocked. How could Nolan stand it?

Michael spread his hands helplessly. "You're planning to propose to my wife in public. If I don't laugh, should I beat you up in front of Grandpa?"

Of course, he didn't mind, but he was worried Grandpa couldn't handle the shock.

As he spoke, his gaze fell back on Nolan's legs, and his smile became meaningful.

"But don't worry, that wish will only remain a dream. It will never become reality."

And he wouldn't let Nolan achieve that wish.

Nolan had fallen for his wife. If it became reality, not only would Grandpa disapprove, but the Wilson Family wouldn't let Nolan have his way either.

She had just divorced him and got together with Nolan. Didn't Isabella care about her reputation?

Nolan really didn't consider any practical factors.

Hearing this, Nolan thought Michael was just jealous and sneered.

"Michael, don't forget Isabella doesn't belong to you anymore. If she agrees to my pursuit, we'll be a couple. Do you think you have the right to stop us?"

If this had happened before, Nolan's words might have gotten to him. But now, knowing Isabella had kept him in her heart all along, Michael didn't even flinch.

On the contrary, he could now see the guilt in Nolan's eyes when he said those words.

It was always easy to spot a liar once you knew what to look for.

Realizing this, Michael wanted to kick himself. How had he missed all the red flags in Nolan's behavior? If he'd just pushed a little harder, asked one more question, couldn't he have seen through Nolan's act?

But at this point, it didn't matter anymore. What stood between him and Isabella now went far beyond anything to do with Nolan.

So, he wouldn't argue with Nolan over these things anymore.

Michael sighed deeply, not wanting to waste more time on this, and changed the subject.

"Whether I have the right is not for you to decide. But I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I just want to ask you one question: how do you plan to deal with the Leanne Corporation?"