383: Hopping Clown_4
Isla Astir had never seen someone change their faces faster than flipping through a book; she was a bit taken aback, before saying, "It's fine, I'm used to it. It's just that I tend to work late into the night. It might disturb your rest!"
Upon hearing this, Eva Webster silently huffed in her mind. Since Isla knows that her work habits affect her rest, why does she continue to work so late?
That must be intentional!
Just wait!
Sooner or later, she would be a legit citizen of Capital City and have Isla cater to her every whim.
Eva Webster kept her smile, "It doesn't bother me at all, you do your work, and I mind my sleep."
Saying that, she paused for a moment, then continued, "Isla, was that Mr. Thompson who saw you home the other night?"
"Hmm." Isla simply nodded, and didn't elaborate.
Eva Webster narrowed her eyes, "Isla, are you sure there's nothing special going on between you and Mr. Thompson?"
"Absolutely nothing!" Isla replied.