The three of them were originally having quite a lively conversation.

But as soon as Joanne arrived, it went completely silent. No one spoke.

Nicholas glanced at Mason, his indifferent face full of impatience. It seemed he was displeased.

"Miss Jordan, shouldn’t you go check on Mr. Cheyne?" Nicholas said.

The words were polite, but clearly hinted that Joanne should leave.

Joanne acted as if she didn’t notice, smiled, and looked at Mason: "No need, he’s busy now and wouldn’t want me to interrupt."

Nicholas furrowed his brow, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.

Dean was even more obvious, his face full of impatience.

If Joanne had come for him, he could still joke and tease.

But she had come for Mason, and Mason clearly wasn’t interested in her.

Her presence here was somewhat bothersome.

"So, Miss Jordan, are you here to bother us since you’re not disturbing Charles Cheyne?"

Dean said impatiently.

Joanne’s eyes darkened slightly, but her face still maintained a graceful smile as she looked at Dean.

"I’m here to catch up with Mr. Bennett; how can you say it’s bothering?"

Dean was instantly at a loss for words; well, she wasn’t here for him.

"Catch up?" Mason suddenly turned his head, looking at Joanne coldly.

Joanne immediately sat up straight, trying to perfect the smile on her lips.

"Yes, at the previous party, I still had many things I wanted to say to Mr. Bennett."

Joanne softened her voice, sounding unusually sweet, and gazed at Mason with some flirtatiousness in her eyes.

Dean listened to this, suddenly interested, his eyes widened and darting between the two.

Afraid of missing any big news.

What’s going on here?

Mason fiddled with the glass in his hand, his gaze growing colder.

"Do we know each other?"

Four words directly negated Joanne’s previous statement.

What she said earlier felt like each word turned into a slap.

Slapping right on her face.

"We met at the White Family’s banquet before," Joanne tried hard to remind him.

She didn’t believe that Mason would really forget.

Mason looked at her for a while before speaking.

"Oh? You were at yesterday’s party too? Didn’t notice."

"Pfft..." Dean couldn’t hold it in and laughed out loud.

This was too blunt; he felt embarrassed for Joanne.

This was not just unfamiliarity; he didn’t even remember meeting her.

Joanne didn’t expect Mason to speak so harshly; for a moment, her face turned a bit unpleasant.

She clenched her teeth, staring at Mason, her heart filled with anger.

When had Joanne ever been ignored like this?

Mason truly didn’t give her any face.

But she was not willing to give up just yet.

This man, too outstanding, not mentioning his achievements and abilities.

Just that face alone was enough to make any woman swoon.

When she first saw this man at the White Family’s banquet, she had thoughts about him.

"It’s okay if Mr. Bennett doesn’t remember me; we can get to know each other again."

Joanne raised her hand and playfully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile growing more alluring.

Dean’s eyes nearly popped out looking at Joanne, really wanted to give her a thumbs up.

She was truly the type who grew more courageous the more setbacks she faced.

"Actually, Miss Jordan, you can consider me," Dean adjusted his collar, coughed lightly, and said.

When Joanne looked at him, although she was still smiling, Dean clearly saw the flash of contempt in her eyes.

Fuck!

Being looked down upon by an actress?

Unbelievable!!