Isis frowned, thoughtful.

"That's already suspicious, you know," she said slowly, as if weighing every word. "No man, especially at his level, goes around handing out credit cards. He doesn't give access to his money to just anyone."

She tilted her head slightly, studying Olivia.

"He could've walked away and pretended you never existed. Just another night and done. But instead, he made sure you had something." She gave a faint, ironic smile. "Even if it was just an excuse to keep some kind