"So," Isabelle began, taking a good look at the expensive interior of the car. From the leather seats to the tinted windows, this vehicle was even more luxurious than the one her Father rode in, and he was an A-list actor!
"Who owns this car?" Isabelle asked, turning to Lina who had been silent for a while.
"You wouldn't want to know," Lina said.
Lina let out a quiet sigh and wished she had brought her chauffeur instead. That way, she wouldn't have to owe people favors. Especially favors to Kaden. Now, she was indebted to the devil. All because she had been too stubborn. It was a personality trait she was hoping to change.
"But but I do," Isabelle said. "If you have a sugar daddy on the side, I must know about it!"
"Isabelle—"
"And does he have any handsome and young friends? Because I sure would love to be spoiled," Isabelle grumbled.
Lina chuckled. "Doesn't your father spoil you enough?"
Isabelle snorted. "Not really."
