"Really?"
Isabella Lindsey didn't push him away. Her cold eyes shot into the mansion, and she asked sharply, "Where's your woman?"
"Woman?"
The mansion's Master seemed to have the same tone as her, preferring to strike first, then rambled on, "Where would I have a woman... I'm a single soul... desperately in need of rescue, desperately need to be taken away... Why don't you take me—"
"Where did international actress Freya Grey go?" Isabella Lindsey interrupted him, directly exposing his secret.
"Not fun."
The mansion's Master let go of her, slightly wrinkling his handsome brows, sulked, "Since you're going to pretend as a ghost, then why bother with the sibling reunion. If you're going to act, go all the way, okay? Beautiful sister, could you be more professional?"
"No. Did you catch up to the international actress and make acting your lifelong career?" Isabella Lindsey couldn't help but tease him.
