"There’s no need for you to worry, Mr. Vance. I’ll be taking my wife to dinner."
Walker Grant’s sharp, cold gaze fell upon Preston Vance, his presence growing even more frigid.
Preston Vance raised an eyebrow slightly, then turned to Chloe Reed. "Miss Reed, and what is your choice?"
Iris Yates squeezed Chloe Reed’s hand, signaling for her to choose Preston Vance.
Walker Grant’s dark, intense gaze also fell upon her face, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
’In all these years, this was the first time he had ever felt so uncertain.’
’She used to be his first choice.’
’But that wasn’t a given anymore.’
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling. After only a moment’s thought, she looked at Preston Vance. "Mr. Vance, thank you."
Then, she took Iris Yates’s hand and walked toward Preston Vance’s car.
Preston Vance smiled faintly and walked beside her.
"Chloe."
A man’s deep voice called out from behind her.
Chloe Reed’s back straightened. Without looking back, she got straight into Preston Vance’s car.
The car door closed, shutting out the frigid atmosphere, and Iris Yates immediately let out a sigh of relief.
Preston Vance asked with concern, "Miss Reed, is there anything you need help with?"
Hearing this, Chloe Reed’s expression faltered for a moment.
She looked at Preston Vance and saw the serious expression on his handsome, refined face, his light brown eyes fixed on her.
The unspoken message was clear: she could come to him with any problem she had.
Chloe Reed’s fingers curled slightly. She smiled, shook her head, and said, "There’s nothing."
Iris Yates, sitting beside her, was getting anxious.
’But when it came to this, she was an outsider, after all. It wasn’t her place to interfere.’
’Besides, if they really pushed that scumbag Walker Grant too far, there was no telling what kind of crazy stunt he might pull.’


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