"What is going on in that head of yours, first brat?"
Brad steadied Samatha and poked at her forehead. This made the few people who were looking on snicker in amusement. It was clear that the relationship between uncle and niece was cordial. It was such fun to watch, except for the person on the receiving end.
Samantha lowered her voice to a whisper, for only Brad's ears: "You should stay away from such women, Uncle Brad. I can help you filter out such undeserving women-"
Brad shook in amusement his head and asked,
"When did you become so nosey? I prefer the quiet, brooding Samantha to this one!"
"Come on…. Uncle Brad, do you not want me to progress in life? Why would you wish such on me? I-"
On the other hand, Natasha longed to stomp her feet in anger, but she had presented herself as a young, well-bred girl, so how could she do that?
