Chapter 187
The itching in Isabella's vagina was finally relieved, and the intense pleasure was overwhelming her. She felt she was about to scream, so she quickly hung up the phone.
On the other end, Amelia stared at the disconnected call for a few seconds, seemingly understanding what had just happened.
"Her husband is with her, she's panting, and she keeps making those strange noises. That damn woman is either being abused or having sex! And she answered my call in the middle of it!" Amelia's face turned bright red.
Amelia decided to tease Isabella about this when went to Isabella's for dinner that evening.
Meanwhile, at the Williams Villa, Mason sat wearily on the sofa, rubbing his temples. It had been a long time since he had been in front of the camera, and it was taking its toll on him.
Charles came over and asked with concern, "Mr. Williams, do you need to rest in your room?"
Mason shook his head. "No rush. How is John? Is he still looking for Bianca?"
Charles hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "Should we inform..."
Before Charles could finish, Mason waved him off. He knew Charles intended to have John's father, Owen, discipline his son, but Mason didn't want that.
"If Owen could deal with John, we wouldn't have Bianca causing trouble. Let him continue his work abroad; don't call him back," Mason said, standing up from the sofa with the help of his cane.
"I'm a bit hungry. I'll rest in my room for a while. Bring my meal to my room when it's ready," Mason instructed Charles before heading to his room.
He slumped into his old rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth with his eyes shut. Then, his eyes snapped open, a sudden look of understanding in their aged depths.
"Could this be Isabella's plan?" Mason immediately got up from the rocking chair, walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and pressed a hidden button inside.
Soon, a section of the wall beside the desk began to descend, revealing a secret compartment with a safe.
Mason walked over to the safe, entered the code, and opened it, taking out a bronze ring engraved with strange patterns.
"It seems Isabella is ready to take over the Taylor Family. I hope this ring can help her." Mason smiled and put the ring in his pocket.
When Charles came in to deliver the meal, Mason handed the ring to him.
"Isabella should be going to work tomorrow. Go to her office and give her this ring! Make sure to hand it to her personally and don't let anyone else see it," Mason said seriously.
Seeing Mason's serious expression, Charles knew this matter was very important. He took the ring with both hands and nodded earnestly. "Rest assured, I will deliver it to Isabella safely."
After Charles left, Mason's face broke into a smile.
Meanwhile, Isabella emerged from the bedroom, dressed in pajamas with her messy hair tied back with a hairband.
Isabella walked lightly to the kitchen, ready to start preparing lunch.
Shortly after Isabella left the bedroom, the door opened, and Michael slowly walked out, holding his waist.
'Damn it, I couldn't hold back. That bag of medicine was wasted,' Michael cursed himself inwardly for his recklessness and stupidity. The doctor had warned him to avoid sexual activity until he finished the medication, or at most, limit it to once a week to conserve his energy.
"This week is over. I'll worry about it next week," Michael muttered under his breath as he walked out of the room with his phone.
Meanwhile, on the Aurora Continent, Scarlett was idly scrolling through her phone when a notification popped up, surprising her. It was an entertainment news update, a topic Scarlett typically paid little attention to. Just as she was about to dismiss the notification, she caught sight of a reference to the spouse of a corporate executive.
Scarlett knew the boss was Michael. She initially thought the news was about Isabella, but when she opened it, she found it was about another woman named Estella.
"What's going on? Did Michael get divorced? No, he wouldn't be interested in a woman like Estella. What's really happening here?" Scarlett muttered, extremely puzzled.
Soon, a cold smile appeared on her lips. No matter what, with Michael in the mix, she was ready to stir up trouble for him.
Scarlett immediately sent the news to Michael's father, Kenna.
Kenna, who was having tea in the yard, received the message and sprang up from his chair.
"Damn it, what's going on?" Kenna said, then angrily dialed Michael's number.
Michael, who was in the yard, was about to call Kenna when he suddenly received Kenna's call.
Michael was a bit surprised but answered the call.
As soon as the call connected, Kenna's angry voice came through. "You damn jerk, isn't your wife named Isabella? Who the hell is Estella? When did you get divorced?"
Michael raised an eyebrow but wasn't too surprised. He had known Kenna would eventually see the news.
"The news is fake. Estella is just a decoy to protect Isabella. Her identity shouldn't be revealed right now," Michael explained over the phone.
"What do you mean by that? Is Isabella's identity so special?" Kenna asked, confused by Michael's actions.
Michael sighed and finally revealed the truth, including Isabella's true identity and the fact that she was unaware of his identity.
Kenna was shocked for a few minutes before he could react.
"So you stole your nephew's wife? How do you think Mason's going to react to this?" Kenna roared.
Michael rubbed his ear, speaking casually, "Don't yell at me. Isabella and I are truly in love. It's our marriage, our choice; nobody gets to tell us what to do."