Chapter 309 His Identity
- From the looks of it, he knew who that male prostitute was, but being the scheming man he was, Carson kept calm and played dumb. I was vexed but relieved at the same time. I was lucky Isabella was in the nightclub, or I couldn’t have kept the act up. Now I wanted to see what Carson would do.
- Carson quickly calmed down. “Where’s Isabella at now, honey?”
- “I don’t know. Why are you asking that?”