Chapter 97

During the dinner, Alex was treated as a superstar. Lester was extremely attentive, asking Alex questions about the business and his personal life—everything but the main topic of our collaboration. Lester was being annoying and difficult again. Just as I had wished, Oliver and I were placed in a quiet corner of the venue. At least I could dig in without being watched. "Mr. Hastings, you're at a marriageable age. Don't you have a girlfriend?" Lester piped up. I froze as I tried to listen to Alex's answer, but his reply did not come. I looked up to observe his face, but our eyes met. I hurriedly looked down, my mind a mess. Why was he staring at me? Once again, bold ideas flashed across my mind. I quickly stuffed a piece of steak into my mouth and pretended that nothing had happened. I dared not look at Alex again, yet I couldn't set my eyes on anywhere else. Panicking, I was in a limbo. Suddenly, Alex laughed out loud. He replied to Lester, "I'm still working on it." What did