Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309
By the looks of it, he knew who that whore was, but being the scheming man that he was, Carson kept his cool and made a fool of himself. I was upset but relieved at the same time. I was lucky Isabella was at the club, or I couldn’t have continued the act. Now I wanted to see what Carson would do.
Carson quickly calmed down. “Where is Isabella now, dear?”
“I don’t know. Why are you asking this?”
“Well, I feel sorry for Isabella. She’s alone in a bar, and I worry about her. Why don’t we take her home?”
“Now?” As if he would pick her up when he never liked Isabella. He’s just going to see if that whore was with Robin.
“Yes. Ask her where she is now, and we’ll go get her.”
“It’s late, honey. And you have work tomorrow.”
“Everything is fine. I’m not sleepy yet, so ask her now.” Carson was eager to go.
So I sent you a voice message. “Where are you, Isabella? Carson and I will go get her.”
Isabella scanned the room quickly and told us where she was. Carson then put on his jacket and took me with him to the club. Whenever I was in the car with him he kept telling me safety first, but today he was driving recklessly. Obviously, he was panicking.
I knew. He must be suspecting Robin’s involvement here. I scoffed inwardly. Just wait, scum. This is just the beginning. I have many surprises in store for you.
When we stopped at the club, Carson quickly drove me to the venue. I saw Isabella the moment I walked in, while Robin and that whore were still talking about something in a secluded corner.
Exactly what I needed. I looked at them for just a moment before walking towards Isabella, with Carson following behind. Reaching out, I reached out to help her to her feet. “Let’s go home, Isabella.”
“No! Give me more drink! I need more drink! Calm down, Lily!” She smelled terribly of alcohol. God, she really was into realism. At one point I got worried that she might be really drunk, so I held her tighter. “We can do that after we get back.”
“No, I want it here, now.” She rocked left and right.
“Stop kidding, Carson. Help me!” I called Carson. Retracting his sidelong glance from those two, he came over to help me with Isabella.
A short time later, we left the club with Isabella in tow. She was placed in the backseat and I sat with her while Carson took us back. Even though he hid it well, I noticed the enraged look on his face. Given the way his mind works, he must be livid right now, thinking it was all a conspiracy.
When we got back to Isabella’s, I told Carson I wanted to stay here because Jeremy was still in the hospital. With that, Carson readily agreed and left after exchanging a few words with me. When the door was closed, Isabella rolled out of her bed. “So, did I play my role well? It’s excellent, isn’t it?