Chapter 472

Isabella suddenly realized how crucial the support of the four major families was in the presidential election, a support her family had lost just before the big day.

Lost in thought, Michael said, "So, besides your family, Mason was backing Henry at first, right?"

Isabella nodded, "Yeah, that's right. Mason's family wasn't as powerful back then, even though they were stronger than the other three. But their influence shot up after they sided with the president."

"Usually, if two families support the president, they'd share the benefits. But it looks like your grandpa stepped back on purpose, giving Mason the upper hand. It's all about trading favors to keep the family safe," Michael mused, piecing it all together.

Michael was deep in thought, his eyes narrowing as he tried to untangle the web of interests. Absentmindedly, his hand wandered to Isabella's chest, adjusting its pressure as his thoughts shifted.

Noticing Isabella's flushed face and quickened breath, Michael asked, "Sweetheart, why are you blushing?" His eyes filled with curiosity, sensing something was off.

Embarrassed, Isabella shot Michael a glare and gestured towards his hand on her chest.

It was then that Michael realized what he was doing. He could feel Isabella's heightened arousal, her nipples hardening in response.

"Oops, sorry, babe. That was totally unintentional. I was in my own world," Michael chuckled, ready to pull his hand away, but Isabella stopped him.

"Don't stop, honey, keep going," Isabella's voice grew huskier as she nestled closer to Michael, her words a soft murmur.

Michael felt a restlessness stir within him. While his mind had been elsewhere earlier, Isabella's seductive demeanor now awakened a primal urge in him.

"Babe, even though Mason could back the presidential bid alone, the stakes are high. If it fails, it could spell disaster for the whole family. Mason isn't stupid and wouldn't risk it all. Your grandpa must have made a big sacrifice to sway him. Some of your family's resources were probably used to support the election before the fallout," Michael breathed out.

Isabella gently nodded in Michael's embrace, her delicate fingers undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and slipping inside.

"You're right," Isabella sighed. "When my dad took over, the family accounts were so empty he thought we were bankrupt. That was one of his biggest mistakes. Looking back now, I can't help but feel sorry for him."

She moved closer to Michael, her hand finding its way to his thigh.

Isabella's fingers moved up and down, stoking Michael's escalating desire, causing his body to squirm with anticipation.

"Honey, no need to feel sorry for your pops. Even if your grandpa drained the family funds, keeping the other three businesses afloat shouldn't have been an issue. But what did your dad do? He didn't even bother to salvage the remaining companies, showing he had given up long ago. Remember, his idea of restoring family honor was to marry you off to John, not just for the family's sake but to line his own pockets," Michael panted, his eyes reflecting raw desire.

Isabella suddenly straddled Michael's lap, hands on his shoulders, grinding against his pants.

"You're right, babe. My dad is a mess, selfish to the core. No need to waste pity on him, let's forget about him. How about we switch things up?" Isabella's seductive gaze met Michael's.

Feeling Isabella's heat through his underwear, Michael's desire surged.

"Agreed, babe. Let's focus on us," Michael's desire intensified. He tore off Isabella's top, then cupped her breasts.

"Honey, have your breasts gotten bigger?" Michael's gaze lingered on Isabella's chest as he molded them with his hands.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Thanks to your attention, maybe?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot how they've grown, all thanks to me. Let's make them even better," Michael smirked, then leaned in to nip at Isabella's breast.

Isabella guided Michael's head, pressing his mouth against her chest, the sensation electrifying.

As Michael lavished attention on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden, his hand slipped into Isabella's pants.

His touch grazed her pubic hair before finding her clit.

The wetness on his fingertips confirmed Isabella's physical response to their earlier teasing.

As Michael gently stroked her clit, Isabella writhed with pleasure, her legs parting instinctively.

Sensing her arousal, Michael's fingers moved between her labia.

"Honey, I can't wait, I need you now," Isabella gasped, urging Michael on.

Michael's fingers delved into Isabella, her warmth enveloping him, pulsing with desire.

"Alright, babe, I'll take care of you," Michael swiftly shed his clothes, removed Isabella's underwear, lifted her legs, and entered her.