Hesitant, Peter trailed off, embarrassment coloring his pause.
Mark unwrapped a candy, his smile cryptic.
Then, Peter shifted topics.
âThereâs a dinner party tonight, Edwinâs with you.
Planning on canceling?â
Mark considered it.
However, upon reviewing the document, he inquired, âWasnât this an investment-related dinner? Summon Maria.
â
Peter stepped out to fetch one of Markâs secretaries, Maria Manson.
Shortly, Maria appeared, a smile playing on her lips.
âMr.
Evans, tonightâs host is Mr.
Simon Lewis, a big name in the showbiz.
Heâs anxious about funding for his project.
Heâs even managed to invite the playâs leading lady-stunning and from Duefronâs elite.
She rarely makes such appearances.
â
Markâs curiosity piqued.
Upon inquiry, Maria confirmed, âThe actress is Cecilia Fowler.
â
Peterâs gaze met Markâs.
Dispassionate, Mark instructed, âInform Simon Iâll be punctual.
â
Maria nodded and exited.
Peterâs smile was sly.
âPerfect.
The dinner has multiple investors.
You could play Ceciliaâs guardian angel.
â
Markâs attention was anchored to the document.
After a pause, he murmured, âIn Duefron, sheâs untouchable.
â
Markâs intent was singular: to see Cecilia, even just from afar.
Come afternoon, his tasks completed, Mark collected Edwin.
To make up for his absence for the night, he suggested dinner out.
Children typically favored fast-food like fried chicken, a preference Mark was willing to indulge.
Yet, Edwin declined the fried chicken.