Dean Carter was furious.

Before he had time to explode, Mason Bennett’s voice, cold to the extreme, rang out unhurriedly.

"Not interested."

Joanne was cut off by Dean and for a second didn’t react to what he meant.

Then she remembered what she’d just said, and her expression instantly darkened.

So Mason was saying he wasn’t interested in even getting to know her?

Joanne clenched her teeth hard; even someone as smooth and socially adept as her was having trouble holding it together right now.

This man really didn’t have the slightest thought about her?

How was that possible?

Besides, wasn’t what she was wearing today his type?

"Young Master Bennett, you’re really hurtful." Joanne said with a heartbroken look.

That pitiful, delicate expression was enough to make any man want to pull her into his arms and cherish her.

Unfortunately, Mason wasn’t included among those men.

Just then, there was a commotion at the door.

Dean looked up and immediately grinned. "Hey, Aaron’s here."

Among the few of them, Aaron White was the oldest, so Dean always called him Boss Aaron.

He was also the one who came up with this ranking idea.

But after they decided on a "boss," no one was willing to be number two.

Mason in particular had mocked him for it.

In the end, among the few of them, there was only one "boss," and no second, third, or fourth after that...

Dean had just finished speaking when his eyes suddenly lit up and he got even more excited.

"Damn, Boss Aaron’s something else, he actually brought three gorgeous babes with him. That guy is seriously winning at life."

Dean exclaimed in amazement.

Nicholas Smith looked over and was stunned as well.

Sure enough, there were three women behind Aaron White.

The only one he recognized was Eleanor; the other two were complete strangers.

In any case, they couldn’t be Aaron’s dates.

After all, his official girlfriend Eleanor was right there.

"Hey, Mason, look, look, that girl is so pretty. Since when did Aaron know such a gorgeous chick and never bring her out for the brothers to meet?"

Dean’s excited tone failed to elicit any reaction from Mason.

He wasn’t interested in so-called beauties.

If he’d known this banquet was going to be so boring, he might as well have stayed home and kept his little darling company.

"Enough, when have you ever seen him show interest in a woman?" Nicholas couldn’t help laughing.

Dean thought about it and had to agree.

"Sometimes I seriously suspect there’s something off about his orientation. Thinking about that, I suddenly feel like I’m in danger."

Dean leaned in close to Nicholas, muttering in what he thought was a very quiet voice.

Sitting across from them, Mason’s expression had already changed.

"Dean, you wanna say that any louder?"

Dean jumped in fright and stared at Mason with a terrified look.

"You actually heard that?"

Mason: "..."

Nicholas: "..."

Watching the three of them talk like this while treating her like air, Joanne’s face grew even uglier.

As for who the people Aaron brought were, she couldn’t care less.

No one was worth her attention—right now, she only had eyes for Mason...

"Nope, I’m out. You single dogs can keep sitting here. I’m going over to get to know that little beauty in the red dress—she is totally my type."

Dean excitedly slapped Nicholas on the shoulder, his gaze fixed over there without blinking, then got up and walked off.

When she heard "red dress," Joanne’s brows furrowed slightly.

When she came in, she’d taken a look around; she was the only one here wearing red.

Now hearing there was someone else in a red dress, she couldn’t help turning her head to take a look.

Who on earth was wearing the same color as her...