Irene Wallis, sensing Jeffrey Foster's unusual demeanor, softly asked, "Dean Foster, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." It took Jeffrey a while to move his lips, and his voice was unexpectedly dry.
Irene was taken aback, followed Jeffrey's gaze to the center of the dance floor, stared at the dazzling fat person, and slightly frowned. What was the deal with this fat person?
Master Brandon seemed to be possessed, hosting a grand engagement ceremony for her, and today spending a lavish two hundred million. Now, Jeffrey also looked at her differently. What charm did a mere fat person have?
Thinking about how today Brandon Piers rejected the dean's advice just because Abigail Green didn't like him, was he throwing his life away?
Had he gone mad?
Irene Wallis couldn't understand. However, she was always well-mannered. Hearing Jeffrey say it was nothing, she bit her lip and continued watching the person in the center of the dance floor.
