Isabelle listened to Evelyn’s furious rant, her mind racing for a way to explain.
After all, she hadn’t even seen the Crown Prince tonight.
Now that she was calmer, things started to make more sense—William couldn’t have touched her. His reaction earlier made that clear.
The effects of the aphrodisiac must have been neutralized by some other medication.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, Isabelle? Are you mute now?”
Evelyn snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the phone.
Isabelle took a deep breath, her expression growing cold. Evelyn’s spies must not have seen William take her away; otherwise, this call wouldn’t be happening. That meant she still had a chance to talk her way out of this.
Quickly, she made up a story. “The Crown Prince brought me to his private lounge, but hi
