Ísis furrowed her brow, thoughtful.

“That’s already suspicious,” she said slowly, as if weighing every word. “No man—especially someone at his level—goes around handing out a credit card. He doesn’t give access to his money to just anyone.”

She tilted her head slightly, studying Olívia.

“He could’ve walked away and pretended you never existed. Just one more night, and that would’ve been it. But instead, he made sure you had something…” She gave a faint, ironic smile. “Even if it was only an exc