Isabelle froze as well.
Why had Corbin come here?
Did he have nothing better to do?
Corbin walked to Isabelle's side, took her hand, and said with a smile, "If you want to chase my clout, I couldn't ask for more."
It was only early autumn, and the weather was not exactly cold.
But Corbin was wearing gloves.
Isabelle did not know whether it was her imagination, but even through the gloves, she still felt that Corbin's palm was especially cold.
Isabelle awkwardly pulled her hand back.
"Mr. Inglewood, I'm sorry. I'm here for work."
Corbin smiled, seeming not to mind.
He leaned lazily against the sofa.
The silver-white earring on his earlobe gleamed faintly under the lights.
He spoke slowly.
"Actually, I'm here for work too. Hello, everyone. I'm Corbin, the final male guest on thi
