Charles White raised his eyebrows and looked down at the person beside him.
To be honest, Selina hadn’t gone out much after he brought her back, and it was good to go out with Matthew Grant and the others this time.
The White family gang would not dare to do anything under Matthew Grant’s nose.
The corners of his lips are slightly raised, fingers crossed on the table, jokingly said.
“Sister-in-law has said this, I have no opinion, you guys ask Selina.”
Selina was mentioned and as soon as she looked up, she saw Blanca Roach’s eager gaze, causing her to blink.
In fact, from just now she could hear that it was Blanca Roach who was helping her, trying to find ways in getting Charles White to bring her out more.
With all this help, it was important not to let Blanca Roach down.
She took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded.
“Okay, I’ll do what Blanca says, I haven’t been out much anyway.”
The words caused Charles White’s expression to change, an unknown emotion flashed under his eyes, and his wrist twitched lightly.
He then coughed lightly and took his chopsticks to hide his reaction just now.
“Well, since we have a deal let’s start eating, we can’t be called over here to just sit and chat.”
“How can we just chat.” Blanca Roach sounded cheerful and called out to the door, “Come on in, we’ll order.”
The waiter pushed the door in with a look of amusement on his face that he hadn’t had time to curb.
“Here’s the menu, please order.”
Blanca Roach looked at the waiter’s expression and frowned slightly.
She didn’t know what was going on, but she always felt as if something was happening outside, and the moment she opened the door just now there was chaos outside.
She glanced at the waiter several times and handed the menu to Selina.
“Selina, you’re pregnant you order, I’ll go out first and see if something is happening outside.”
After all, today is the studio dinner she organized, no matter what happens, it is indeed not good for her not to be present.
After the waiter started the wine, he spoke softly.
“Mrs. Grant, there seems to be someone arguing outside, a man and a woman, making a lot of noise.”
A man and a woman …
Blanca Roach’s brow furrowed even more, there were hardly any boys in her studio, where did a man and a woman quarrel?
She immediately stood up and made a move to go outside.
No matter who was arguing with whom, as long as it was someone in her studio, she had to defend them.
Matthew Grant tightened his grip on her wrist and stood up after her, his tone low.
“I’ll go with you.”
The two of them had barely taken a step when the door to the private room was slammed open.
Isabel stood panting in the doorway and scanned the booth, finally meeting Blanca Roach’s eyes and speaking anxiously.
“Blanca, it’s not good, Miss Harris and President Murray are arguing outside.”
Miss Harris … and President Murray?
Not good! This is not just a quarrel, this is simply a gathering of enemies!
Blanca Roach frowned tighter and tighter, trying to calm herself down, and said to her.
“Isabel, don’t panic, take us both there first.”
“Okay, you guys come with me.” Isabel’s steps were quick, and her mouth was still breaking, “Sister Harris came over at some point, and then when she saw President Murray, she started arguing, and the fight was so big.”
They hadn’t just approached, not through the crowd that formed a circle around them, they could hear the sound of arguing inside.
“Are you following me? I told you we don’t have a relationship anymore!”
“What do you mean by stalking? I arrived first, okay? And I do have business to discuss here today.”
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