The man smiled and spoke, those eyes scanning the young girl, "Who is this...?"
Before he could see clearly, Irvin Sharman stepped in front of Eve Thompson, blocking the man's view, "Uncle, she is shy, so I won't introduce her."
Eve Thompson: ?
She pursed her lips as she saw Mr. Morrison's cheerful gaze moving away from her. He patted Irvin on the shoulder, "Your father called me a few days ago, saying he'd help you make some connections. Mr. Charlie is also here, would you like to meet him?"
The words "Mr. Charlie" tightened Eve Thompson's body instantly, as if someone had used a fine needle to prick her heart. A subtle but painful feeling spread from the depths of her heart.
He was actually having dinner next door?
She clenched her jaw, feeling Irvin's gaze on her before hearing his pleasant voice, "Uncle Morrison, I appreciate your kindness this time, but I'm a bit busy at the moment... maybe next time!"
The man didn't insist, "Alright, we'll talk next time."
