CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY - THREE - THE BAD NEWS.

Isabella pressed the power button on the phone and dropped it on the bed. " Care to explain what I just saw now?" Isabella asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Mateo opened his mouth and closed it, swallowing around his suddenly dry throat. " That was the only way to get her to talk." " Did you drug her? That's the only way to explain why she's assuming that the man having sex with her is you, righ?" Affirmative. " You stupid, foolish man!" Isabella cursed. " She did worse, babe," Mateo defended. Isabella momentarily paused, distracted by what Mateo had just called her. Shaking her head, she told herself to focus on what's important at the moment. " Who cares whether she did worse or not, or if you were trying to get her to talk?" She seethed. " The Point is that you guys did all that at the vineyard, the manor that was swarming with the media and ignored how easily things would have gone wrong or leaked!" " I would think you are smarter than that, Mat! That was