"Penny!"
Zoren's ears slightly perked up when he heard Ray's voice outside the private dining room. He arched a brow, listening to Ray talking to someone.
"Penny?" he whispered, narrowing his eyes, a strange premonition settling over him. When he finally heard Penny's voice, Zoren leaned back as realization struck him.
"I don't think it's fate, Ray. It's definitely bad luck."
'So, the woman he's been wooing so shamelessly…' Zoren ran his tongue along his inner cheek, tapping his fingertip on the table. No one could tell what was going through his mind as he eavesdropped on the conversation in the hall.
Ray sounded like a desperate salesman, trying to convince a customer to buy something they didn't want or need. It was clear why Ray had become a professor instead of a businessman—he would've been terrible at it. Penny didn't sound even slightly interested. In fact, her lack of response made it clear she wasn't.
