Chapter 209

Dwayne looked at Isabella's confident smile and shook his head with a chuckle. "I'm not talking about the yacht incident; I'm talking about Odette. Whoever filmed that video and put it online has to be from one of the top families-they wouldn't be scared of John. It's obviously a power play. With Mason having your back, you don't need to worry about John coming after you."

Realizing her mistake, Isabella smiled but then quickly turned serious. "The priority now is to get that USB drive from Odette, proving she planted a Trojan virus on my computer. I have a plan to deal with her, but I might need your help."

Dwayne raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell me your plan?"

Isabella's lips curled into a smile. "Of course."

That evening, when Isabella got home from work, Michael had already prepared dinner.

"What did my dear husband make for dinner today?" Isabella eagerly put down her bag and approached the dining table.

"Oh, my favorite, corn truffle soup!" Isabella exclaimed and quickly served herself a bowl, savoring the aroma.

Michael, sitting on the sofa watching a video on his phone, looked up and smiled at Isabella. "You know, washing your hands before eating can lower your chances of getting sick."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "I'm using utensils. As long as your food is clean, I won't get sick."

Despite her words, she put down her utensils and went to wash her hands.

"What's got you so glued?" Isabella asked curiously as she dried her hands and walked over to Michael.

When Isabella saw the video on Michael's phone, her face turned slightly red.

Michael wasn't watching anything inappropriate; it was the video of Isabella hitting John on the yacht.

What embarrassed Isabella was that the video had been edited by netizens, adding special effects to the wine bottle in her hand and the baseball bat in John's hand, making it look like a wizard duel.

"I have different versions, like a Tom and Jerry version and a SpongeBob version. Want to see them?" Michael teased, kissing Isabella on the cheek.

Isabella rolled her eyes, grabbed his phone, and exited the video. "You're so childish!"

Michael laughed, jumped off the sofa, and hugged Isabella around the waist. They walked to the dining table together, ready to eat.

"Honey, that was awesome! The way you smashed that bottle... I'm falling for you even harder!" Michael praised her candidly.

Isabella blushed again. "If you ever cheat on me, what happened to John today will happen to you in the future!"

Michael quickly covered his head, feigning a hurt expression. "Honey, I don't have a head as hard as John's! Besides, would you really want to ruin this face?"

Isabella looked at Michael's handsome face and rolled her eyes, but a smile soon played on her lips. "Honey, you should know I love not just your face but also your soul! But if your soul betrays me, then that face of yours will mean nothing to me. And it won't just be your face that pays the price."

Isabella smiled as she sliced through a sausage on her plate. As the knife cut through, the sausage burst open, releasing a spray of red juices.

Michael instinctively squeezed his legs together, a look of discomfort crossing his face. "Honey, please believe me, I am completely faithful to you."

Isabella nodded, picking up the sliced sausage with her fork and holding it up to Michael's mouth. "Here, love, let me feed you."

Michael opened his mouth and bit into the sausage.

As Isabella was about to take a bite of her own food, her eyes caught a marked date on the wall calendar.

"Why did you circle a date on the calendar? Does it have any special meaning?" Isabella asked curiously, pointing at the calendar.

Michael's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "That date marks the end of this week and the start of a new one."

Isabella's face turned red instantly as she knew what Michael meant. Feeling a bit annoyed, she kicked him lightly under the table.

Michael didn't dodge and gave her a silly grin.

Isabella rolled her eyes and told Michael about the plan she had discussed with Dwayne to deal with Odette.

After hearing the plan, Michael nodded. "So you're planning to use Mr. Hamilton? Do you need me to call him?"

Isabella shook her head. "We exchanged contact information last time. Mrs. Hamilton knows I can paint and has been inviting me to do a portrait for her. This is a perfect opportunity."

Knowing Isabella had her plans, Michael didn't say much more.

After dinner, Isabella also circled a date on the calendar.

"What does your marked date mean?" Michael asked, hugging Isabella around the waist.

Isabella's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Honey, I just realized something."

"What is it?" Michael suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Isabella turned and hugged Michael's neck, smiling. "The date you circled is the first day of my period! The date I circled is when it ends!"

Michael's eyes widened, and he quickly did the math in his head. To his dismay, Isabella was right.

"No, this can't be happening. Oh my God, I have to wait another week!" Michael clenched his fists in frustration.

Isabella took his hand and placed it on her chest. "Alright, dear, I know you're anxious, but you've already waited this long. What's one more week? Besides, there's something else we need to do when my period ends."

Michael took a few deep breaths to calm himself and looked at Isabella curiously. "What else do we have to do? Wait, I remember now-it's the day your parents get out of the detention center!"