Shirley Miller did not refuse, and the two of them followed the residential area's pathway toward the exit.
Leah Frost looked at Shirley Miller's cold, calm face, feeling inexplicably uneasy inside, "Mary, don't you have anything you want to ask?"
Shirley Miller turned her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips, "I've roughly guessed some of it. The person who is with Carson Flores is my cousin Samantha Tate, isn't it?"
Leah Frost's face colored with a bit of embarrassment, after all, Carson was her nephew.
You little rascal!
You've created this mess of affections, and now you make me, your aunt, face the music for you. If you're not good to me in the future, even you won't be able to justify it!
"That's right."
Leah Frost knew that there was no avoiding this matter, and so with a tense scalp, she answered, "They have mentioned you to me before. I know you went to participate in some trial and have been out of contact for several months."
