The Miller Group, underground parking.
Carson Flores had just reached his car and was about to open the door when a svelte figure suddenly popped out from behind the car, her crisp voice shouting.
Startled, Carson turned his head to see it was Samantha Tate.
Carson scolded with a laugh, "You’re like a ghost, popping up out of nowhere. What are you doing?"
Samantha came over with a giggle, directly taking Carson’s arm, "I’m here to pick you up."
Carson immediately panicked. It was time to get off work, and if Shirley Miller saw them, how awkward would that be?
Carson quickly shook off Samantha’s hand, "We’re in public, stop it. Are you not afraid of being seen?"
Samantha was actually afraid of being seen by Shirley Miller, but if she backed down, Carson would certainly slip away and not accompany her to the class reunion.
"Afraid of who seeing us, my sister? If we really run into her, just admit that I’m your girlfriend. Anyway, we’ve slept together already..."
Carson lifted his hand and pushed the approaching Samantha away, "Don’t talk nonsense. I still have to find a wife in the future. With you saying things , who would dare come close to me?"
Samantha chuckled, "No problem. If they don’t want you, I do."
Carson didn’t want to get entangled with Samantha in the parking garage and asked cleanly, "Stop babbling, what’s up?"
Samantha answered succinctly, "Accompany me to the class reunion."
Carson immediately felt a headache, "Class reunion, class reunion, breaking up one couple after another. Is it really necessary?"
Samantha said with a smile, "Some classmates are annoying, but some really do share a good relationship. We can’t reject everyone just because of a few bad ones, right? It’s rare for everyone to get together. Come on, brother, just come with me."
Carson gave Samantha a blank look and scoffed, "Brother?"
Samantha leaned in a bit closer, her voice dropping, "Don’t like it? What about... Daddy?"
Samantha was naturally tall and beautiful, with an enticing figure. Since it was for the class reunion, she made an extra effort to dress up, donning a strappy dress, culottes, and high-heeled sandals, revealing a pair of strikingly white legs.
As she came closer , the faint scent of her perfume was intoxicating, stirring desires.
With that tone, that address, which man could resist?
Carson couldn’t either; his heartbeat accelerating in an instant.
Not just a fox, but a vixen!
Samantha’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a secret delight in her heart. Humph, there’s no way you’re not moved!
Clutching Carson’s arm, Samantha cooed softly, "Please come with me, will you... Daddy?"
Carson’s scalp tingled. If Shirley Miller happened to see them and heard Samantha calling him like that, would she tear him to pieces?
It was seriously life-threatening!
Carson gave in, "Alright, I’ll go, okay? Just don’t pull on me. It’s not good to be seen by others."
Samantha’s eyes immediately curved into beautiful crescents, "We’ll definitely be drinking tonight, it’s better if you ride in my car."
Some people had already come out from the elevator and were walking this way. Carson didn’t want to be seen and quickly agreed, "Get in the car first!"
Samantha also felt nervous and quickly pulled Carson to her car not far away. The two had just sat down when Shirley Miller, carrying her briefcase, walked out of the elevator.
Carson caught sight of her and startled.
Holy smokes, actually running into Shirley Miller!
Thankfully they were already in Samantha’s car, or they would’ve been caught red-handed.
Samantha’s heart skipped a beat too. Ah, that was close!
Without starting the car or making a sound, Samantha just watched as Shirley approached.
When Shirley Miller passed by Carson’s car, she paused, looking around as if surprised that Carson, who usually left the quickest, had not yet gone.
Shirley walked past several parking spots then got into her own car, started it, and drove towards the exit, passing in front of Samantha’s car.
Shirley Miller was close at hand, clearly visible; neither Carson nor Samantha made a move, even instinctively shrinking in their seats.
Luckily the car was turned off and remained quietly in place. Shirley, looking at the road, didn’t turn her head and slid past their car.
Both let out a sigh of relief, instinctively glancing at each other, then noticing how they both had ducked to hide their figures.
Carson accused first, "She’s your sister, why are you hiding? Am I that embarrassing to be seen with?"
Samantha was stunned and quickly explained, "How could that be? You’re super MANLY, brother. It was just a subconscious reaction because I feel a bit awkward. I mean, I didn’t even notify her that I was coming. She doesn’t even know how to laugh at me yet. By the way, I saw you hiding just now. What are you afraid of? She’s just the boss. She can’t control your marriage or dating, right?"