"You haven't slept at all?" Brett asked, sounding hoarse. The smell of nicotine still lingered on him, and it wasn't unpleasant as he spoke.
Izabella glanced up at him unintentionally and noticed that Brett's eyes were bloodshot. He usually looked cold and aloof but now seemed troubled and serious.
"I’m about to sleep, but not yet." She suffered from insomnia and needed to meditate for a few hours before she could get some light sleep. Now that Brett had woken her up, there was no telling when she could sleep again.
Izabella casually asked, "Why did you come home so late today?"
"Something came up at work."
"Oh."
The atmosphere between them became increasingly awkward. In the past, Brett had either looked at her with disdain or indifference, but today his gaze was filled with reluctance, guilt, entanglement, and pain.
"Where did the 5 million in your account go?"
Izabella was taken aback, then quickly responded, "I gave it to Heckter."
After saying this, she could tell that Brett was getting upset.
"I went to the casino that day to save Lucas by paying off his debt, so I gave my money to Heckter."
"I've seen the agreement Heckter made you sign. It said you only had to sleep with him for one night to clear the debt. And indeed, you were in his bed at the time."
Izabella's face changed. What was Brett trying to say?
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