Chapter 479

Michael couldn't believe Isabella didn't buy into the whole hundred million dollar grand prize thing.

A grin spread across his face. If she didn't believe, then what was the point of all this?

Sure, winning could be a killer marketing move, bringing in huge profits for his beverage company. But that wasn't really what Michael was after.

"Honey, you know me. I'm all about these drinks, especially with a hundred million bucks on the line. Let's give it a shot," Michael said casually.

Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Babe, those drinks are packed with sugar. I don't want you getting diabetes. And I don't remember you being a big fan of them."

Michael smirked. He hadn't expected her to jump straight to diabetes. His health was fine, but he didn't usually drink much, so he needed a good excuse.

"I just want to try our luck. Maybe we'll hit the jackpot. And even if we don't, no biggie. We can enjoy them slowly," Michael reasoned.

Isabella shrugged. It was just a few cases of drinks, not a big deal. If Michael wanted to give it a go, she wouldn't stop him.

"Okay, go ahead and try. But don't get too obsessed if you don't win big. If you want a billion dollars, just wait. My company's doing great, and I can easily give you a billion. Just stay healthy, take care of yourself, and take care of me," Isabella said with a chuckle.

Michael's face fell, feeling like he was relying on a woman.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself, but not for that billion dollars," Michael muttered.

"Well, if that's how you feel, go ahead and do your thing. I'll catch you later," Isabella said before hanging up.

Michael sighed and shook his head. "Am I really relying on a woman now? This is something else."

The buzz around the hundred million dollar grand prize started to spread online, with many people catching wind of the massive prize these drinks offered. Some thought it was just a marketing ploy, doubting the existence of such a huge prize. But many still held onto hope.

People began buying these drinks in hopes of winning big, causing them to fly off the shelves in stores.

Just selling drinks wouldn't bring in much profit. With the skyrocketing sales, Michael quickly had other companies reaching out for promotional collaborations.

The first to come knocking were gaming companies looking for more exposure. These deals would bring in a nice chunk of change for Michael.

But money wasn't Michael's main concern. As the boss, he could delegate everything to his team. He didn't even need Jerry to handle these matters.

Michael had his mind on something else. With more and more people winning prizes like cameras, phones, and even high-value items through the lottery, the excitement was spreading like wildfire.

As winners shared their success stories online and showed off their prizes, the frenzy grew, with everyone eyeing that elusive hundred million dollar grand prize.

Michael found it odd that Jerry hadn't delivered the drinks yet, even though several days had passed.

Frowning, Michael tried calling Jerry, only to find his phone turned off. Michael's expression darkened immediately.

"Damn guy, I told him to take a break, but does that mean he can't even pick up urgent calls?" Michael muttered in frustration.

Meanwhile, Isabella had been caught up with something else lately, feeling ecstatic. Wilmer had finally completed the hair growth serum. When Wilmer presented the serum to Isabella, explaining its effects, she felt like she was in a sci-fi movie.

"You're telling me this can make hair grow in just 8 hours?" Isabella stared at the cream in Wilmer's hand in disbelief.

While Isabella trusted the genetic drugs produced by Sloane, the idea of visible results in 8 hours seemed incredible.

"If you don't believe me, I can show you right now," Wilmer said, pulling out an electric shaver from his pocket and shaving his head bald right in front of Isabella.

"Oh my goodness, are you out of your mind?" Isabella exclaimed, standing up from behind her desk, shocked.

Juliet, standing behind Isabella, was equally taken aback by the unexpected sight.

It wasn't until the floor was covered in hair that Isabella finally accepted the reality before her. Wilmer had indeed shaved his head bald right in front of her.

Approaching Isabella, Wilmer lowered his head to show her his bald scalp.

A slight smile played on Isabella's lips. "I see it, you now have very short hair, not even enough to grab with your nails."

"In fact, this electric shaver left my hair at 0.04 inches," Wilmer added, even pulling out a ruler.

Isabella waved off the ruler and asked, "Did you really have to go that far?"

Wilmer nodded earnestly and applied the hair growth serum to his head. "Trust me, Ms. Taylor, by the end of today, you'll see my hair has grown at least 0.2 inches."

Isabella sighed and instructed Juliet to have the office cleaned.

After Juliet left, Isabella remarked, "Sometimes you scientists really do seem like a bunch of madmen."

Wilmer shrugged. "It's inevitable, Ms. Taylor. I can't have my bald colleagues try it out, can I? Since the human trial approval hasn't come through yet, I had to test it on myself."

Isabella's lips curled into a smile again, then she weakly waved her hand, resting it against her forehead. "You can go now. See you in 8 hours."