"I'm not afraid of being ridiculed if I speak out!"
Eva Webster grabbed Isla Astir's sleeve, pleading, "Isla, please help me out."
"Second cousin, I'm sorry, but I really can't help you."
Looking at Isla Astir's face, Eva Webster felt an urge to slap her.
But reason told her she shouldn't.
She couldn't do that.
"Why not?" Eva continued to ask.
Isla Astir looked helpless, "Second cousin, I already told you the specific reason, I'm not qualified to introduce anyone to Brother Thompson."
Eva Webster pouted, still grabbing Isla Astir's sleeve and continued to plead, "Isla..."
Isla Astir was speechless and could only continue to decline.
Just then, Astir's parents walked in from outside.
Seeing the scene, Mrs. Astir smiled and asked, "What are the two of you sisters up to?"
Eva Webster looked back at Mrs. Astir, "Auntie, I'm asking Isla for a favor."
Asking Isla for a favor.
These words even made Mrs. Astir pause.
