"Oh, quite lively here."
Taylor Johnston and his son had just sat down with Shiloh Fitzgerald and his son when a mocking voice sounded from beside them, freezing the lively atmosphere at the table in an instant.
Carson Flores turned to look and saw the proud girl he had encountered on the train. She was standing with her arms crossed, looking down at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, like a cat that had caught a mouse.
Next to the proud girl stood a man in his late twenties, a flattering smile on his face: "Miss Harrison, is this the brat who was disrespectful and upset you?"
Josephine Harrison's gaze swept across the table: "You're quite popular, aren't you? The fact that you didn't run off and dared to stay and feast has indeed surprised me a bit."
Carson Flores replied with a casual smile, "I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I run away?"
Josephine Harrison sneered, "Because you've offended me."
