Chapter 218 Me Having an Affair with You?
Elizabeth quickly clamped a hand over Sarah's mouth. "What do you mean by 'fall into Michael's arms'? Didn't you see he grabbed me?"
Sarah giggled. "Elizabeth, I'm just messing with you. Look how worked up you are. Do you still have a thing for Michael?"
Elizabeth downed her glass of champagne in one go. "Men are just passing through. What's there to hold on to? The most important thing is to focus on my own business and make money."
Sarah gave her a thumbs up. "Good for you. You better stick to that! If I run out of cash, I'll be counting on you to support me!"
Elizabeth laughed. "You eat so little, I can definitely afford to support you."
In the private room, Michael sat across from Louis. He said, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Cox."
Louis looked at Michael coldly. "Mr. Thomas, why use such a method? It's not like I'm avoiding you."
The moment Michael grabbed Elizabeth's arm, his guys blocked Elizabeth and half-forced Louis to come here.
Michael stood up and gave a slight bow to Louis. "Sorry, Mr. Cox. I wanted to talk to you but couldn't find you. I had no choice but to use this method. Please forgive me."
Sensing his sincere attitude, Louis decided not to argue. "What do you want?" Louis asked.
Michael waved his hand, and his guys quietly left the room. Only the two of them remained inside.
Michael said, "Mr. Cox, I contacted you before. At that time, Ms. Johnson had just passed away. She said she handed my matters over to one of her students."
Louis said, "Yes, I know. Didn't I give you the list back then, Mr. Thomas?"
"Mr. Cox, I believe the list you gave me contains Ms. Johnson's students. But..." Michael looked at Louis, staring into his eyes. "Mr. Cox, can you swear that the list you gave me includes all of Ms. Johnson's students? No omissions?"
Louis frowned. "I never said it was a complete list."
Michael was speechless. "You..."
Louis continued, "Mr. Thomas, you said you wanted to know who among Ms. Johnson's students is now a top brain specialist. So, those who no longer practice medicine after graduation are not on the list."
Michael suspected Louis because he knew Elizabeth had been Emily's student and had assisted her in her lab. But Elizabeth's name was not on the list Louis gave him.
Could it be that Louis deliberately withheld information about Elizabeth? Was he hiding something for her?
So, upon seeing Louis today, Michael decided to find out the truth from him. Unexpectedly, Louis's answers were unassailable. Michael was left speechless.
He recalled the information from the private detective and decided to test Louis further. "Mr. Cox, did Ms. Johnson have a final and most important disciple?"
Louis said, "Ms. Johnson's students are all excellent."
Michael said, "But this final and most important disciple was the one Ms. Johnson valued the most!"
Louis said, "Mr. Thomas, Ms. Johnson has passed away. Why do you still want to discuss her past after her death? She treated us all well and never showed favoritism."
Michael asked, "What about Calla? Did Ms. Johnson value her highly as well?"
Louis replied, "Mr. Thomas, a gentleman shouldn't talk behind others' backs. I heard you and Ms. Griffin are close now. Why not ask her yourself? I'm sure she'll give you the answers you need."
Michael knew he wouldn't get what he wanted from Louis today. He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand. "Mr. Cox, thanks for coming. You can leave now."
Louis stood up, and Michael's guys opened the door for him and escorted him out.
After parting ways with Sarah, Elizabeth continued to look for Louis. She walked to the private room door and saw Michael's guys guarding it.
That meant Michael was inside. Could it be that Michael had taken Louis? The thought startled her. But since she brought Louis here, she couldn't just leave him.
Wondering if Michael had really brought him, Elizabeth walked to the door of the private room.
A bodyguard raised his hand to stop her, but another opened the door and let her in. The two exchanged glances.
One bodyguard said, "Mr. Thomas is inside."
Another bodyguard said, "Mr. Thomas won't mind her going in."
Elizabeth entered the private room, and the bodyguard closed the door behind her.
In the dim light, she saw Michael leaning on the sofa, drinking with a cigarette between his fingers.
Elizabeth coughed several times from the smoke in the room. She covered her nose and waved her hand to disperse the smoke.
Seeing her enter, Michael extended his arm and pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped one arm around her and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray with the other.
He encircled her waist with both arms and looked up at her. "Elizabeth, you missed me after just a few minutes?"
She looked down at him in his arms. Even in the dim light, Michael's cheeks appeared flushed. Elizabeth lightly touched his face. It was so hot. How much had he drunk?
"Michael, are you here drinking to drown your sorrows?" she asked.
"Not really, it's not to drown my sorrows." He buried his head in her chest. "Elizabeth, I'm a bit dizzy."
Elizabeth, held tightly, couldn't move. She tried to push him away. They were already divorced; how could they be so intimate?
"Michael, if you're drunk, go rest. We're divorced. Even if you're dizzy, you should cuddle someone else, not me."
Hearing this, Michael immediately lifted his head and released her.
Elizabeth stood up. "Where's Louis? Where did you take him?"
Michael's face showed a hurt expression. "Elizabeth, you didn't come here to see me?"
"Why would I? To have an affair behind your current and former girlfriends' backs?" Elizabeth spoke bluntly.
Michael's tone turned cold. "He left before you came. I didn't do anything to him. I just asked him a few questions. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."
"It better be that way." With that, Elizabeth opened the door and walked out.
As she closed the door, she heard the sound of glass breaking inside the room.
Elizabeth frowned. What was Michael up to now?
But no matter what he did, it had nothing to do with her anymore.
She turned around, lifted her dress, and walked away in her high heels, head held high, leaving the place of trouble behind.
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