“Isaac, what happened? Why are you in a bad mood?"

Isaac grabbed a glass and filled it with alcohol before handing it to him. "Drink with me."

Forrest had a low alcohol tolerance.

However, he knew better than to refuse Isaac right now.

He sighed.

“ALL right.”

He took the glass as he sat down and clinked glasses with Isaac.

As usual, Forrest felt discomfort in his throat as soon as he drank the alcohol.

"If you want to forget your problems by drowning them in alcohol, you'll be disappointed. The alcohol won't do anything but make you feel more miserable," Forrest persuaded.

Isaac slouched on the sofa, his collar opening to show off his collarbone.

He stared at Forrest with blank eyes before asking, "You and Camila are friends, right? That means you know who her lover is. Tell me everything you know about him."

Forrest froze.

What should he answer?

If Camila did not know who that man was, how could he?

“Is that why you asked me to come here.."

“Cut the crap! Answer me," Isaac interrupted impatiently.

Forrest remained quiet, at a loss for what to say.

Isaac scowled harder. He snarled, “Are you really going to hide it from me?"

“No, no, no, it's not like that." Forrest hastened to explain, "It's because even Mila doesn't know who that man is."

"I'm not hiding anything from you. I just really don't know who that man is."

If Forrest knew, he would definitely tell Isaac about it.

Maybe then he would finally let Camila go.

“Are you in a bad mood because of this?" Forrest asked.

Isaac glared at him with a stony expression and asked, “Forrest, do you think I'm a fool? How could she not know who her Lover is? She snooped into my schedule and set me up with Debora because she wanted to see her lover. Now, you're telling me she doesn't know who that man is?"

Forrest started thinking to himself. What Isaac said made sense.