Michael knew he had been detained for inspection and even accused of several commercial crimes to restrict his travel abroad—it was clearly a setup.
The Starr family had years of business ties with Naraida. Coupled with the Morrison family's expansion, now closely tied to the domestic economy, any move against him could be justified—whether as a diplomatic maneuver or the Starr family's revenge.
But Michael wasn't worried. He hadn't broken any laws. Even if he had to face a lawsuit, it would be only a matter of time. Even in the worst-case scenario, if he couldn't return home immediately, the impact on Oscar and his family would be limited.
He wasn't afraid of suffering a little. To protect his family's interests, he could go all the way.
The only complication was that he couldn't contact his father for the moment and worried that Oscar, if left uninformed, might lose his composure. He had been fighting for the right to speak with his family.
Then, suddenly, the embassy staff released him on bail. Michael couldn't help but feel something was off.
"Michael!"
A familiar female voice cut through the tension just as he clutched his hands anxiously.
He stood and turned, half-expecting a hallucination. "Winnie?"
"You're okay, right?" Winnie, brought in by someone, ran quickly to him and scanned him from head to toe.
Michael looked clean and tidy—shirt and suit impeccable—but his expression was weary, dark circles marking his eyes. Clearly, he hadn't slept properly in days.
"I'm fine…" Michael paused, disbelief knitting his brow as he stared at her. "But you… how did you—"
"Hush. Let's go first."
Winnie grasped his hand firmly, her own fingers slightly damp with sweat. She steadied herself.
"Remember, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. You're my fiancé."

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