Marilyn Kamily concealed her thoughts very well, smiling as she explained, "It's not like that, Kamily is my English name..."

Susie understood.

It was like the fake name they caught before.

They didn't like the name given by their ancestors, so they preferred foreign names.

Mrs. Alana came out and first said to Susie, "Susie, you can't do that, it's impolite."

Although it wasn't Susie's fault, she was still a child and would inevitably be unaware of some things.

But she still had to be taught.

Susie nodded and said, "I understand, Grandma Chloe."

Mrs. Alana then took a quick look at Marilyn Kamily and said, "Come in!"

Marilyn Kamily quickly entered, and before entering the room, she professionally put on her shoe covers and gloves.

As she raised her head, she saw a room full of long legs looking at her.

One had a dark complexion, but surprisingly looked tough and handsome.

One was silent, but couldn't hide his handsome appearance.

One was a little thin, but had sharp eyes and a warm temperament, looking the youngest... the type of "little milk dog"!

The one that made her heart skip a beat was the tallest one, who was just as imposing as Martin! He was powerful, aloof and rebellious!

Marilyn Kamily was excited in her heart. She had made a profit today!

She actually saw five of the eight sons of the Murray family at once!

Although she missed the icy President Martin, after screening, she was still satisfied with one!

However, this man didn't look like someone easy to mess with. His cold eyes seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, so Marilyn Kamily quickly lowered her head.

He should be one of the two most mysterious people in the Murray family, but she didn't know whether he was Huck or Judah...

Marilyn Kamily steadied her mind and focused on Mrs. Alana, saying, "Hello, Mrs. Alana, I am Marilyn Kamily. You can call me Kamily in English... I'm very sorry for being a little presumptuous. A scene like this should distract most people, but you're really lucky, Mrs. Alana!"

Marilyn Kamily was a bit clever, afraid that her momentary distraction would displease Mrs. Alana, so she clarified it herself first.

And she was very aware that if it weren't for that talisman, she would be nothing. Not to mention the eight sons of the Murray family, she probably wouldn't even be able to compare to a gatekeeper of the Murray family.

"So, she must be cautious, very cautious... Mrs. Alana frowned, 'I don't like foreign names.' Marilyn quickly said, 'I'm sorry, you can call me Marilyn!'

Mrs. Alana didn't bother to say much. After all, it was about choosing clothes, so she quickly made her selection. Such people would disappear later.

'Come over here!' Mrs. Alana took Marilyn to the back.

Marilyn repeatedly thanked her and stood up straight, showing a high level of professionalism.

But in her heart, she couldn't stop calculating whether the tallest man really matched her aesthetics and stirred her heart. However, it was probably difficult to make a move... Fortunately, the other three were all good.

She could choose one and stick a peach blossom symbol on him first, and then slowly plan her next move...

For example, first stick to the little milk dog, and after getting his love, play hard to get, and then quickly go ask for another symbol... Only with trust can she stick the next one.

But she was having a hard time deciding whether to stick to Mr. Murray or the tallest one. Susie followed along and felt that this aunt looked serious but seemed to be very scheming.

'Aunt Ma, what are you thinking about?' Marilyn came back to her senses and quickly said, 'Nothing, I'm thinking about what size suits you guys!'

Marilyn steadied her mind again, constantly reminding herself to stay calm! First, she must do what she needs to do and do it seriously, otherwise, she might not even have a chance to stay at the Murray family. If Mrs. Alana doesn't like her, she might be kicked out directly, and she won't have any chance at all.

Marilyn thought about it and secretly took a deep breath. But she didn't know if it was subconscious anxiety, and she instinctively pressed her pocket with her finger. This action may not be easy for others to notice, but Susie happened to be shorter and saw her movement..."