Chapter 101

The first thug who stepped out of the restroom stall didn't even get a chance to react.

She was fuming. They had spent money and even swiped clothes for this plan. If this got out, her cousin might lose her job.

All their efforts had gone down the drain.

She took out her frustration on her three companions. She yanked open the stalls and dragged them out.

"Why didn't you come out earlier? That was the perfect chance, and you blew it!" she snapped.

The three thugs looked embarrassed. "Sorry, our legs went numb. We couldn't stand up."

She was beyond exasperated. They had missed the best opportunity for such a simple reason.

She stormed out of the restroom and saw Bob waiting outside.

Bob looked at her with hope. "How did it go? Mission accomplished?"

She glared at him and pointed to the three thugs behind her. "Ask them."

Bob immediately had a bad feeling.

When the three women explained to Bob that their legs had gone numb and they couldn't come out of the stalls, he was almost beside himself with frustration.

'Oh my God, I'm a dead man' Bob thought in despair.

Meanwhile, Isabella returned to the theater and sat next to Michael.

The movie was hitting its climax. The grand explosions, combined with the futuristic and exaggerated yet aesthetically pleasing technology, were exhilarating to watch.

"I think this movie is great. Why is the theater so empty?" Isabella asked Michael, puzzled after watching the spectacular scenes.

Michael shrugged. "How would I know? Maybe the theater didn't advertise it well enough."

He didn't bother explaining; he believed it was wise to let Isabella figure it out on her own.

Isabella thought for a moment and then figured it out. "It must be because people nearby have already seen this movie, so they won't come to watch it again."

"You're really something, my wife, so sharp." Michael patted Isabella's hair with satisfaction.

Isabella raised her swan-like neck, a proud expression on her face.

But then Isabella's expression became serious. "By the way, Michael, I need to tell you something. Ever since we walked into this theater, I've had this weird feeling like we're being followed. It's just... off."

Michael's expression became more serious. "Are you sure?"

Isabella nodded, then hesitated and shook her head. "It's just a feeling; I have no evidence. By the way, did you prepare those things I asked for?"

Michael nodded. "The things you asked for were simple to arrange. I've already taken care of it. Are you sure you want to use them?"

Isabella's expression was very serious. "Yes. I never underestimate a woman's jealousy. Whether it's Bianca or Pearl, they can be quite spiteful. I'm not very familiar with your friend Scarlett; perhaps she'll ease off after your warning, but I can't risk it. I hope you understand."

Michael gently stroked Isabella's hair and nodded seriously. "If I have to pick between you two, it's a no-brainer-it's you, without a doubt. If she dares to harm you, she'll rue regret it."

Isabella blushed a little. Michael's words gave her a surge of confidence, and she found herself even more drawn to him.

Meanwhile, Scarlett was getting a skincare treatment at the beauty salon when one of her subordinates approached.

"Ms. Ramirez, someone named Bob is calling for you," the subordinate said.

Scarlett extended her hand, and the subordinate quickly handed her the phone.

"Hello, Bob? How did it go?" Scarlett asked.

Bob sounded nervous and embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, Ms. Ramirez. There are too many bodyguards around Isabella. We haven't had a chance to act. Could you give us a bit more time?"

Scarlett's face twisted in anger, even causing her face mask to deform. "You're such a useless fool! Do you think I'll give you another chance? Get lost, punk! If I catch you selling drugs in my bar, I'll chop you up and feed you to the fish!"

Scarlett sat up, ripped off the face mask, and kicked everyone out of the room.

"What a bunch of total losers! I shouldn't have relied on a thug! Maybe I should handle this myself," she muttered, her eyes narrowing as another thought crossed her mind.

Scarlett immediately grabbed a spare phone and called her father, Wilder Ramirez. "Dad, I agree to what you said last time. Let's go to Michael's house and apologize to Isabella."

Wilder was overjoyed. Scarlett finally agreed to compromise, which was crucial for the businesses of both families.

"Let's do it tomorrow then. I'll figure out what we should give them as compensation today," Wilder said before hanging up.

Scarlett stared at the phone, her eyes narrowing. "I bet Isabella doesn't have that many bodyguards at home!"

A cold smile spread across Scarlett's face.

Isabella had no idea Scarlett was plotting against her again. At that moment, she was trying to resist Michael's advances.

"Not here, there are so many people around. The bodyguards are watching," Isabella whispered, blushing, as she grabbed Michael's hand that was reaching for her thigh.

Michael's hand continued to caress Isabella's smooth thigh. He whispered softly in her ear, "No one will see. Those bodyguards won't notice."

Isabella glanced back and saw that the bodyguards had moved to the last row, intently watching the movie.

She was stunned for a moment, her face turning even redder. But this time, her resistance to Michael's advances weakened significantly.

"Remember that bet we made? The loser had to grant the winner a wish. Does that still stand?" Michael whispered teasingly in Isabella's ear.