Chapter 88 You Don't Need to Explain

Maxwell looked at Isadora at the bar. "How do you know him?" "I don't know him. He came and told me that he knew me." Isadora pursed, "It happens from time to time. I've gotten used to it." Maxwell nodded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Andreas, in Maxwell's mind, was a man of purpose. He could not possibly have approached Isadora simply because she was beautiful. "I have always hated high society because I feel they are too hypocritical, with those formalities, superficial gentility and something like that. They are all wolves in sheep's clothing." Isadora ordered a cup of iced tea and took a sip. "This kind of genteelism is disgusting, especially in this metropolis, a home to hypocritical men. That's why I came to Ocean City," Isadora said. "Your family seems to be well off," Maxwell said. Isadora gave Maxwell a puzzled look. "How do you know?" "I knew it from the first time I saw you smoke lady cigarettes. Not ordinary people can afford it. And your clothes. Your clothin