Chapter 473

The room was thick with tension, Michael's low growls mixing with Isabella's loud moans and the sounds of bodies moving together.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire. Their passionate encounter hit its peak when Michael let out a deep growl and Isabella screamed.

After their intense moment, they lay on the bed, trying to catch their breath. Isabella looked completely drained but satisfied by Michael's performance. As she panted for air, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Michael got up from the bed, a smirk on his face as he glanced at the rumpled sheets.

"Babe, let's switch rooms for some shut-eye," Michael nudged Isabella, but she just grunted and kept sleeping.

Seeing Isabella so worn out, Michael felt a sense of accomplishment. The break had rejuvenated him, allowing him to truly shine in the bedroom.

Slipping his arms under Isabella's limp body, Michael lifted her naked form.

Isabella stayed sound asleep, too exhausted to stir.

As Michael prepared to move her to another room, a wave of dizziness hit him as soon as his feet touched the ground, nearly causing him to stumble.

Summoning all his strength, Michael steadied himself. His legs felt like jelly, a sensation he'd never experienced before.

"It looks like my body has recovered a fair bit, but I'm still just barely able to stand," Michael chuckled to himself, eyeing the sleeping Isabella. With unsteady steps, he carried her to a different room.

After tucking Isabella in and making sure she was comfortable, Michael's expression shifted. He went back to the previous room, grabbed his phone from the pile of clothes, and dialed a number.

Michael lost track of how many times they'd made love that night. He only had brief moments to think about Isabella's family matters. Each time he tried to focus, Isabella's allure pulled him back.

Michael finally had the chance to reflect.

The phone flipped in Michael's hand, his expression uncertain, his brows furrowing deeper.

Finally, the flipping stopped, the screen lit up, and Michael quickly found a number to dial.

Michael was calling his father, Kenna. Given the time difference, Kenna might still be awake.

After a few rings, Kenna answered, his voice coming through Michael's phone.

"What's going on, my boy? Why the sudden call? It's early where you are! Got some good news for me?" Kenna asked eagerly, anticipating positive tidings.

Michael couldn't help but smirk. He knew exactly what Kenna was hoping to hear.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Michael said, "Dad, don't get your hopes up. Isabella isn't expecting. I called for a different reason."

Kenna fell silent on the other end, obviously disappointed.

"Okay, what's on your mind?" Kenna sighed, inquiring.

Michael's demeanor turned serious. "Dad, would you be okay with me bringing all our foreign assets back home?"

Kenna hesitated. "Now? Wasn't the plan to wait a few more years? Seems a bit sudden, doesn't it?"

"Dad, things have changed. The upcoming presidential election is looming. I think this is our opportunity," Michael explained in a hushed tone.

Kenna was puzzled. "What does the election have to do with you? You're not planning to jump into politics, are you? It's risky business, and knowing you, you wouldn't dive in. Is this about Isabella?"

Kenna knew Michael well. Only Isabella's affairs could sway Michael from his original plans.

Michael didn't hold back and shared all he had learned from Isabella with Kenna.

"Dad, it's evident that this guy Jonah is a spy Henry planted in Isabella's family. I'm not sure if he's there for surveillance or searching for something, but Henry is keeping a close eye on Isabella's family. Although I don't fully grasp Isabella's grandpa's intentions, I suspect the family's integration wasn't meant to happen this fast in his original scheme," Michael explained, his expression serious.

Kenna grasped Michael's concerns. "You're right. Knowing Isabella's grandfather, her current status doesn't align with his initial plans. This could raise Henry's suspicions."

Michael spoke earnestly, "The upcoming election might be our shot. If we can prevent Henry from winning, we can help Isabella safeguard the family."

Michael's proposal was straightforward, but Kenna wasn't overly optimistic.

"Michael, you know Henry's popularity is sky-high. The other candidates don't stand a chance against him. It's a daunting level of support. Unless you can chip away at that or boost the others' standings, it's an uphill battle," Kenna cautioned, not to discourage Michael but to advise caution.

Michael nodded confidently. "Don't worry, Dad, I've thought it through. I'm just weighing our options. There's time before the election. I called you for another reason today."

"What's that?" Kenna asked, intrigued.

In a nonchalant tone, Michael inquired, "Have you ever considered Mom as a stand-in for Isabella's grandma?"