Reflexively.
Isabella Lindsey immediately sat up from the sofa, her cold eyes meeting his directly, without a hint of fear, "Your grandmother asked me to stay here."
"Oh? She has been here?" Julian Johnsons seemed oblivious to the situation.
"Stop pretending." Isabella said coldly.
"What am I pretending about, you tell me." Julian's eyes burned fiercely, glaring at her.
Isabella avoided his fiery gaze, turning to the bedroom instead, and said indifferently, "Go see your handiwork, it's all on that bed."
"Really?"
Julian's lips curled up wickedly, silently thinking, this woman is still so clever.
He walked leisurely.
"Very good."
He smiled arrogantly.
Sophie Foster will never marry him in this lifetime!
