"I can tell by the look in your eyes what you're thinking... But I'm used to it. A girl trying to make her own money while she's young always faces some baseless speculations, hmph."
Isabella gave Sam a pointed look.
It was as if she was automatically explaining the doubts in his mind.
But Sam was puzzled again.
How did she know what he was thinking? Were his expressions really that obvious?
Still, Sam felt the need to clarify.
"It's okay, I certainly wouldn't misunderstand you. It's just hard to imagine you investing in a game; it seems incredible to me."
Isabella smiled again, her earlier anger seemingly vanished without a trace.
"So, are you starting to admire me now? Would you consider switching from being under Angel's wing to joining my ranks?"
Sam chuckled as they walked.
"What's all this about ranks and subordinates, are you guys part of the mafia or something?"
