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Christopher entered the room with two other men, one older than the other two, but he remained the youngest among them.

I felt my hands sweat with nervousness, trying not to be noticed. I subtly shrank in my seat to avoid his attention, but it was in vain because as soon as our eyes met, he smiled cheerfully and approached my table.

I looked at Ethan, who appeared puzzled. He turned and noticed who it was and the direction he was heading. He had an irritated look on his face, then turned back to look at me.

"Hello, beautiful!" Christopher greeted me enthusiastically. "Ethan."

"Ethan," he replied curtly to the greeting.

I smiled uncomfortably.

"Hi, Chris. What brings you here?" I asked, trying to disguise the discomfort in the air.

"I'm here with my father and the company's vice presidents. We're celebrating the contract we made with your father," Chris put his hands in his pockets and shrugged casually.

"What? Your father is here?" Ethan interrupted, repeatedly looking towards the dir