Chapter 485

Isabella was over the moon as she shared her big win with all her friends. After spreading the news, she called the beverage company to confirm when the hundred million dollar reward would hit her account.

The folks at the beverage company, already tipped off by Michael, assured Isabella that the money could be transferred whenever she wanted.

"Hey, any chance someone from your company could swing by my press conference tomorrow and hand me the cash in front of everyone?" Isabella asked, a bit unsure.

The beverage company reps quickly agreed. "Sure thing, Ms. Taylor. We were actually planning a press conference to announce the winner, so you hosting it works out perfectly for us."

Their little joke brought a smile to Isabella's face.

"Great, I'll send a ride for you tomorrow then," Isabella said with a grin, eagerly anticipating the next day.

"Darling, we just hit the jackpot! Shouldn't we celebrate?" Isabella lounged on the bed, her hand inching towards Michael's waistband.

Michael intercepted her hand, jokingly saying, "Honey, you just got a billion dollars, don't make me lose another hundred million."

Confused at first, Isabella soon caught on to Michael's playful reference to sperm as the other hundred million.

Slightly annoyed, Isabella playfully tapped Michael's belly. "Experts say couples should get busy at least twice a week for a happy marriage, you know."

Rolling his eyes, Michael took Isabella's hand, looking somewhat defeated. "Babe, the manual says twice a week means two days, right? It doesn't say we need to have seven rounds in one night. I'm not a superhero! I'll be wiped out."

Michael finally let out his true feelings. He thought back to a time before the first industrial revolution, when steam engines didn't exist, and people relied on oxen for farming.

People guided the oxen, and the oxen pulled the plow to work the land.

No matter how hard the ox worked, the land stayed fertile after being plowed multiple times, but the ox could end up drained.

Feeling like that ox, Michael was on the brink of exhaustion.

"Alright, you win. I'll dial it back a bit. Goodnight, you troublemaker," Isabella teased with a mix of sarcasm and humor before switching off the lights.

"Who are you calling a troublemaker? For a man's honor, I challenge you to an intimacy duel. It's just intimacy, right? Let's go," Michael protested, nudging Isabella.

But Isabella stayed still until Michael tickled her side.

"Quit it, you pest," Isabella retaliated, tickling Michael back.

"Who's the troublemaker now? I'll prove my worth," Michael continued, escalating the tickle fight.

The couple playfully teased each other in bed, gradually undressing until their laughter turned into gasps, moans, and whispers.

After fulfilling their two-day quota of intimacy per week, Michael collapsed on the bed, unable to move.

The next day, Isabella planted a kiss on Michael's forehead, got dressed, and left the villa.

As Michael slowly woke up, the twinkle in his eyes had dimmed."A woman on a mission is a force to be reckoned with," Michael muttered, his lips quivering as he reached for his phone on the bedside table.

Feeling the need for some pharmaceutical assistance, Michael realized he might have to resort to medication again. Meanwhile, fueled by love, Isabella was in high spirits, her complexion rosier than ever.

At the office, Isabella ran into Carol. "How's the prep for the press conference coming along?" she asked.

Carol nodded. "The reps from the beverage company are here, and we're good to go. You seem to be in a great mood today; winning must have put a smile on your face."

"Not just because of the win," Isabella said, blinking mischievously and flashing a mysterious smile.

Carol arched an eyebrow, seeming to catch on.

"Ms. Taylor, maybe you should take it easy. Your man isn't Superman. If you don't want him burning out in a few years, you might want to dial it back a bit," Carol advised gently.

Isabella waved her hand impatiently. "I've got this, I know my hubby better than anyone. He's tough."

Isabella then phoned Estella, hoping she would join them at the press conference.

Meanwhile, the supposedly resilient Michael, with a little help from Mike, stepped out of the car.

Trying to hold back his laughter, Mike quipped, "Mr. Williams, you look beat. Need a wheelchair?"

After his jest, Mike quickly clamped his mouth shut, afraid he might burst out laughing.

Michael shot a glare at Mike. "You think I need a lesson from you? We haven't settled the beverage issue yet! I don't need your help; I can manage on my own."

With a disdainful snort, Michael brushed past Mike and slowly headed towards the nearby clinic, holding onto his waist.

As Michael walked away, he suddenly heard boisterous laughter behind him.

Michael's expression darkened; he didn't need to turn around to know it was Mike taunting him.

"That damn jerk, tonight I'll have ten women drain you!" Michael cursed under his breath.

Little did Mike realize that later that night, Michael would give him scorching retribution.

While Isabella geared up for the press conference, John was at a hotel hosting a renowned sci-fi movie director.

Seated at a table with Bianca, John faced the acclaimed director, Vincent.

Vincent grinned and remarked to John, "I've heard Mrs. Williams is quite captivating, and seeing her today confirms the rumors."

Bianca couldn't help but acknowledge Vincent's smooth talk. Despite knowing she was John's girlfriend, he referred to her as his wife, unintentionally boosting Bianca's status and earning her admiration.

"Vincent, your standing in the industry is truly commendable..." Bianca was about to continue praising Vincent when an assistant burst into the room.

Seeing the interruption, John asked impatiently, "What's the deal? Can't you see we're in the middle of something here?"

The assistant nervously responded, "Mr. Williams, you wanted me to keep an eye on Ms. Taylor, and it seems there's trouble brewing! She's also going to star in Ms. Foster's movie, and most importantly, she won a hundred million dollars!"