Isabelle shifted her gaze and took a bite of her fruit salad before speaking slowly, “Mr. Harris, I was wondering if those men were your friends. They’ve been staring at you.”
What a clever way to divert attention. She is skilled at shifting blame...
Dylan, who was standing nearby, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Impressive...”
George replied, “It seems there has been a misunderstanding...”
“Where are you going later, Mr. Harris?”
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