Chapter 138

Isabella hung out in Kevin and Gabrielle's room for a bit before heading out of the hotel. Kevin even walked her downstairs himself.

They planned to check out Isabella's company in a couple of days to see the final product.

But Isabella had no clue that one of her colleagues saw Kevin walking her out.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Williams Family estate, Michael and Estella hit up a bar.

"You did great earlier. Good luck with your next film. The driver will take you to the airport soon. Just keep playing your part, and I'll keep my promise," Michael said, stepping out of the car without looking back at Estella.

Estella watched him go, wanting to say something but staying silent, just giving him a quick goodbye.

On her way to the airport, Estella was all mixed up inside. What kind of woman could snag a guy like Michael? And who was this mystery woman he was hiding from his family?

Her curiosity about Michael's wife was growing.

At the bar, Michael headed straight to a private room where Benjamin was waiting.

"You're here. How was the family dinner?" Benjamin asked, sprawled on the sofa with his shirt undone and tie tossed aside.

Benjamin looked like he'd had way too much to drink; his face was flushed, and he reeked of booze. Empty bottles were scattered all around him.

Michael frowned, confused by Benjamin's messy state. If Benjamin hadn't called him, Michael would already be home chatting with Isabella.

"Not bad, we managed to fool Mason for now," Michael said, sitting down next to Benjamin and cracking open a beer.

Benjamin nodded. "It takes time. They both need to adjust and gradually accept it. But John hurt Isabella too much. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sworn off marrying into the Williams Family."

Michael rubbed his temples. Every time he thought about it, he wanted to break John's other leg.

"Enough about me. What's up with you? Why are you drinking here?" Michael put his beer on the table and turned to Benjamin.

Benjamin gave a bitter smile. "What else? It's about relationships."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Trouble with Amelia?"

Benjamin's smile turned even more bitter. "What else? Do you know what she said to me? She said our relationship was all just about sex, nothing more. She doesn't care about me at all!"

By the end, Benjamin was furious. He threw the bottle in his hand to the ground, but it didn't break because of the soft carpet.

"To her, am I just a convenient sex toy?" Benjamin yelled, clearly frustrated.

Michael hesitated, then offered a consoling pat on Benjamin's shoulder. He felt like he had no place to comment on Benjamin's relationship issues, especially since Benjamin had helped him sort out his own stuff with Isabella.

"There's this saying I read online, 'Those who advise on love rarely experience it firsthand.' Seems to fit you pretty well," Michael said with a shrug.

Benjamin let out a bitter laugh and took another swig from his bottle. "I haven't felt this way about a woman in forever, and she completely shattered me."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a bit early to say that? I don't know Amelia well, but she doesn't strike me as the type to sleep with just any guy. Women think differently from men; they keep things hidden and have complex views on relationships."

Benjamin suddenly slammed his bottle on the table, eyes wide. "You mean Amelia might actually like me but doesn't know how to deal with her feelings?"

Michael shrugged. "Maybe she was hurt by her ex and is wary of relationships now. But that's just a guess; I don't know much about her past."

"That must be it! Michael, my love life depends on you now," Benjamin said, grabbing Michael's hand seriously.

Michael's mouth twitched. He knew exactly what Benjamin wanted.

Isabella, being Amelia's good friend, probably knew about her past. Benjamin wanted Michael to get the scoop from Isabella to come up with a plan.

Seeing Benjamin's disheveled state, Michael sighed. "Alright, I'll ask her for you."

Benjamin smiled gratefully.

Michael thought for a moment. Looking at the drunken Benjamin, he had an idea.

Michael pulled out his phone and called Isabella. "Isabella, I'll send you an address. Can you come pick me up? Also, bring someone to take Benjamin home. He's had a rough time, and I'm here having a drink with him."

Isabella had just gotten home and was about to take a bath when she got Michael's call. Without hesitation, she drove to find him.

Isabella had called Amelia for help. But when Amelia heard it was Benjamin who needed a ride, she hesitated and then outright refused.

Although Isabella sensed something unusual, she couldn't leave Benjamin at the bar. So, she called her driver, Leo, and offered him extra pay to help pick up Benjamin.

When Michael saw that it wasn't Amelia who came to pick up Benjamin, he felt a twinge of disappointment for his friend.

"Why do you look unhappy?" Isabella asked curiously.

"It's not me who's unhappy; it's Benjamin." Michael shrugged, opening the car door and tossing the drunken Benjamin inside.