Isla glanced at him and said nothing.
Kevin didn't know what that look meant. Seeing her silence, he picked up the call that was about to hang up automatically.
Kevin clicked on the loudspeaker, and Mark's deep and cold voice came over, "Where are you?"
He said calmly, "Brother, are you caring about me?"
Mark shouted, "Isla is with you?" It looks like asking but is determined.
In this case, why ask him? He shrugged towards Isla, quite helpless.
Mark's voice became darker: "Ask Isla to pick up the phone." Isla heard this but was still indifferent.
Kevin could only say helplessly, "Let me ask her."
Mark's sneer came, "Kevin, tell her to answer the phone right away!" That tone left no room for criticism. Not wanting her to be in a dilemma, Isla twisted her waist and walked out of the room.
"Isla is gone." He whispered and followed her, "...Isla."
