"Here, Thomas Lancaster," Yvette Quick pointed at Thomas.
"Don't be sad, brother will take you into society this evening," Alexander Forest patted Thomas's shoulder with a sly smile on his face.
"Who would believe that?" Yvette shook her head. James Black, Thomas, and Alexander were the same age, and even though they didn't look greasy, strictly speaking, they could be considered middle-aged.
At their age, still pure-hearted?
Scamming fools, but even fools wouldn't believe it.
"Off you go, you little lass, you're too unlikable," Thomas said, pulling his hand back and pretending to push Yvette, who was next to him, away in a fit of embarrassed rage.
"By the way, little Jane, why didn't you bring Bright Sampton?" Yvette asked. "I haven't seen him in a long time. Based on his age, he must be at university by now, right?"
