Can He Protect Her for a Moment or a Lifetime?
"Cynthia." Jimbo sat beside Cynthia, warmly greeting her. Worried that others might catch on, he had to lower his voice.
However, this scene was misinterpreted by onlookers, especially Old Mr. Quinn and Old Mr. Cartman. They exchanged a glance, each revealing a subtle and shared hidden smile.
Holding her fork and knife, Cynthia calmly sliced through the mushrooms on her plate. "Are you the only one here?" she asked.
Jimbo replied, "I asked Tristan before, and he wasn't interested."
Cynthia raised an eyebrow at his words. "Indeed, quite boring."
Observing the two chatting happily, Old Mr. Quinn timely remarked, "Cynthia, you and Mr. Cartman seem to be getting along well."
Cynthia looked at Old Mr. Quinn, noticed his expression, and felt a twinge in her brow. She put down her utensils, about to explain, but at that moment, Chace Fulton, the person in charge of the business meeting, rushed over. "Everyone, a distinguished guest has arrived!"