Chapter 419

Isabella gave Michael a thumbs up after tasting his cupcakes.

"Ever thought about becoming a chef, babe? These cupcakes are amazing," she said, praising his skills.

Michael's face lit up. Whether he was a chef or not, seeing his loved ones enjoy his food always made him happy.

"I only cook for you. Even my dad hasn't had the pleasure," Michael said, giving Isabella a playful pat on the head.

Isabella tilted her head, looking at Michael like she had an idea.

"Babe, I still have that catering company that's been struggling. If you don't mind, maybe you could take over?" she asked hopefully.

Michael sighed. "We've talked about this, babe. I don't want to work in your company."

Isabella's face fell. "Carol's been driving me nuts. I've handed over the clothing design to the Olympic Committee, and now it's up to them. But Carol keeps pushing me to manage the other two companies, and I can't find the right people. What am I supposed to do? I don't have the talent."

Michael raised an eyebrow. Isabella might lack talent in that area, but he didn't.

"Babe, maybe it's not about talent. You're beautiful and even have the title of a goddess spokesperson, but your popularity isn't quite there yet. If the Olympic Committee picks your design for the Olympics, you'll have the charisma to attract talent from other industries," he said with a smile.

He could send people to interview with Isabella, but that would make her suspicious. She knew her charisma wasn't enough to draw in talented people on its own.

Isabella nodded but looked a bit down. "I'm really nervous about this global design competition. I believe in my design, but I've seen the others, and they're good too. It's making me doubt myself."

Michael gently stroked her hair. "Cheer up, babe. I believe in you. Good luck will be on your side."

Isabella rolled her eyes and pushed his hand away. "I've given up on luck. If I were lucky, lightning would strike that bitch Bianca. Because of her sneaky photos, there are negative comments online. People think I did something to offend her? Damn it, I've never even provoked her."

Isabella was angry. She was most worried about the Olympic Committee, which, because of the weird comments online, had doubts about her work, even though she was the victim.

Michael couldn't do much, so he just hugged Isabella. "Don't worry, babe, everything will be fine."

Just as he said that, a thunderous boom echoed around them.

Outside the villa, the wind was howling, and lightning was flashing across the sky.

Isabella jumped and rushed to the window as the rain started pouring down.

"The weather's getting nasty. It's so cold and wet. I wonder how many homeless people are gonna freeze tonight," she sighed.

Michael glanced at the storm and grinned at Isabella. "Maybe that lightning will strike Bianca, just like you wished."

"Yes, strike her!" Isabella laughed loudly.

Whether Bianca got struck by lightning or not, no one knew. But Joe felt like he was about to collapse.

In Carol's room, Joe was holding Carol, and they were going at it like rabbits.

Since dinner, they'd been at it non-stop. It was now early morning, and Joe hadn't had a break.

The sheets were soaked with sweat and other fluids, so they moved their activities to the sofa, then the living room, kitchen, and bathroom.

Carol's moans were drowned out by the thunder; otherwise, the neighbors would have definitely complained.

Joe was right-Carol was insatiable. It wasn't until he felt like he'd run a marathon and collapsed that she finally stopped.

Carol also took a break.

Joe was utterly spent, not even sure how many times he'd finished. His body ached, and he felt completely drained.

"Dear, you were amazing. I'm very satisfied. I'll go change the sheets and then take you to bed," Carol said with a charming smile, walking naked to the bedroom to change the sheets.

With Carol's help, Joe finally lay down and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.

A loud thunderbolt woke Joe up, startling him.

He tried to move but realized his hands were tied. Panic set in as he fully woke up and saw his hands and feet bound to the bed.

"Wait, babe, what are you doing? Why do you have scissors?" Joe screamed in horror.

Carol, in her nightgown, stood by the bed with a large pair of scissors. The lightning outside made them gleam menacingly.

A cold smile spread across Carol's face as she sat next to Joe, gently touching his thigh.

"Joe, tell me, who sent you? What's your real reason for being here?" she asked calmly.

Joe forced a smile. "Babe, what are you talking about? No one sent me. I came because I like you, so I... Wait, stop!" Joe's eyes widened in terror as Carol slowly brought the scissors closer to his genitals.