Chapter 471

Isabella actually left the office on time for once, super eager to fill Michael in on today's crazy events and hoping he could help figure out some solutions.

That evening, while Michael was whipping up dinner, Isabella burst in, grabbed him, pushed him onto the couch, and pinned him down.

Michael swallowed nervously, staring at her. "Hey, are you sure about this now? We're not exactly ready. Let's at least freshen up first."

Isabella shot him a look. "What's on your mind? I'm just a little hyped because I uncovered a major secret."

She got off him.

Watching her leave, Michael's eyes showed disappointment. He was all geared up a moment ago.

"My passion's sparked, and you're telling me you're just a little hyped? Seriously?" Michael looked at her, somewhat miffed.

Ignoring his expression, Isabella quickly washed her hands and then gestured for him to sit at the dining table.

"Hurry up, babe, I can't hold it in any longer. I have to spill the beans. Oh my, it's like something straight out of a novel or a movie," Isabella waved excitedly at him.

Michael walked over and sat across from her. "Okay, babe, what do you want to tell me? I'm curious to hear what kind of story has you so excited."

Isabella's expression turned serious as she ate. "It's about my grandparents. I finally found out why my grandpa broke up the family. He offended someone untouchable, a big shot with government connections. And guess who my grandma is? A genetic scientist!"

Isabella shared the information she got from Wilmer with Michael.

Michael listened in shock. After Isabella finished, he finally gave his two cents.

"Babe, do you know who the president Wilmer mentioned is? His name's Henry Phillips, a very influential new president. So, you're saying our foe is him? Well, that's a possibility," Michael shrugged somewhat helplessly. If it's the president, he does have the power to wipe out one of the four families.

When money talks, truth stays quiet. That's the sway of the four families.

And when power rises, money steps aside. That's the might of power.

Stirring her soup, Isabella propped her face on her hand, looking somewhat helpless. "Honestly, when I heard that our enemy might be the president, I also felt a bit powerless."

Michael chuckled as he watched her. "Let's take it one step at a time, babe. Don't stress about the president being our enemy right now. First, we need to verify the accuracy of this info. We can start by looking into Wilmer's connection to your grandma, and then slowly dig into the past events. With your current strength not fully restored to the family's peak, it would be reckless to provoke an unbeatable enemy at this point."

Isabella's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, what if I make a public statement cutting ties with my grandpa? Then we wouldn't have to worry about stirring up enemies, right?"

Michael nearly choked on his soup. "Wait, what did you just say?" He turned towards her, hoping he had misunderstood.

Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Isabella burst into laughter, covering her mouth. "I was just messing with you. How could I actually cut ties with my grandparents? It just reminded me of a novel I once read. A character couldn't avenge his dad, so he cut ties with him directly. It seemed ridiculous at the time."

Michael rolled his eyes. "You almost gave me a heart attack. A lot of what you have now is because you're your grandpa's granddaughter. Your blood carries the family's history. Without that, those under you might not respect your authority."

Rolling her eyes, Isabella nodded. "I know, I don't need a lecture from you."

After dinner, they lay in bed.

Michael held Isabella and asked cautiously, "Hey, what will you do if our enemy really is the president?"

Isabella shook her head, sounding resigned. "I'm not sure. Even Mason would have a tough time dealing with the president."

Michael pondered, tilting his head, as his hand moved towards Isabella's chest, unbuttoning a few buttons on her shirt.

Thinking he was being discreet, Michael assumed Isabella, deep in thought, wouldn't notice. However, he missed the hint of amusement in her eyes.

Not stopping him, Isabella allowed Michael to unbutton her shirt and gently slip his hand through the opening.

Michael's fingers touched Isabella's breasts encased in a bra. Given her status, Isabella wore alluring, high-quality lingerie with good support and luxurious fabric.

As he caressed the bra, Michael said, "If our enemy is indeed the president, maybe we can get involved in the next presidential election."

Feeling Michael's fingers edging towards her bra, Isabella subtly pushed her chest forward, making it easier for him to explore.

"You're onto something, babe. Every presidential election, members of the four families get involved. Darn, I should have thought of that sooner." Isabella suddenly waved her hand in frustration.

This startled Michael, freezing his fingers inside her bra.

"During the last presidential election, everyone assumed my grandpa would continue to support Henry. But just a few days before the election, our family disbanded. Many thought that without my grandfather's backing, Henry would lose, yet he still garnered enough votes. There's definitely something fishy going on," Isabella said, frowning.