Zoey Turpin hesitated for a moment, about to answer, when a voice cut in: "She's busy, she's having dinner with me."
The middle-aged man was startled and turned his head, his face changed when he saw who was speaking.
"Mr. White." He looked at Gary White approaching, surprised and confused, and then turned his head to look at Zoey Turpin, "Miss Turpin, do you know Mr. White?"
Zoey didn't say anything.
She stared blankly as Gary White walked in front of her.
She knew Gary White might be at tonight's banquet too.
So she had been mentally prepared before coming.
She thought that after so long, any feelings should have faded.
Even if her feelings for this man hadn't completely faded, if they were to meet again, she should be feeling relatively indifferent.
At least she wouldn't let him have a significant impact on her life again.
She wouldn't let him affect her mood, either.
She hated the feeling of not being able to control herself.
But she had thought of so many things.
