"I'm nice to them so they like me, what's so strange?" Isla answered with a faint smile.
In Arthur's eyes, it was clear that she was hiding something.
"Well, I'll ask them later if you don't want to tell me," Arthur replied.
Isla smiled wryly at that.
"Okay!" She e sighed again.
"They obey me because I know things about them," she said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur had a guess, but was a bit unsure.
"Actually, my adoptive father and mother were former secret agents, so I learned a lot from them," Isla answered.
"So you've been spying on every one of your friends and neighbors to the point you know their disgrace?" Arthur stared at the woman in disbelief.
It's practically overkill. Isla was now 21 years old, so she was spying on them maybe in her late teens, about the same age as Carla and Bella right now.
"Don't they hate you for that?" asked Arthur.
