Back in her own place, Isabella Moretti kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. She wondered when her sister planned to bring that man back to the Moretti Family. What kind of drama would unfold then?
Just as she was thinking, Isabella Moretti's phone rang. Considering the late hour, she wondered who would be calling her. "I don't lack houses or cars. The only thing I lack is money, so..."
Hearing the voice on the other end, Ethan Hunt knew she mistook her for a salesperson. "Since you're short of money, why did you donate money so generously?"
Isabella Moretti's tone was playful. "Mr. Ethan Hunt, I see you're really at a loss for what to do. Calling me in the middle of the night just to praise my generous donation?"
"I have some matters to attend to abroad for a few days. If you need to reach me, call this number."
