Isla was great in many ways, but she had peculiar tastes. She insisted on tattooing a golden pattern on the back of my neck. I always thought it was a mark of the Turner family’s servant.
This had upset me for a long time, and I usually kept my collar pulled up to cover it. It had accidentally been exposed during the scuffle.
“Are you the person Isla has been searching for?” Gianna asked.
“No, I don’t know the person you’re talking about,” I instinctively denied.
“I heard that kid was raised in the Turner residence since childhood, very mysterious. Running into him here, maybe he’s been abandoned. Why not come with us? He’s handsome.”
Gianna immediately stopped them.
“Gianna Carter, you’re not interested in this kid, are you? Why stop us?”
“I brought you out, so I don’t want you getting into trouble. This golden mark from the Turner family isn’t given to just anyone. Everyone knows this guy isn’t an ordinary person to Isla. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Gianna Carter, I didn’t expect the heir of the Carter family to appear here.
The group found it boring and quickly ended the banquet.
The manager, nodding and bowing, sent the young ladies off but didn’t forget to glare at me.