My Fair Stunner

Chapter 27 Invited

Chapter 27 Invited

Colin was talking about something to Mr. Blake.

Mr. Blake looked disbelieving. Colin held a cigarette between his slender fingers with a playful smile.

After leading Faye to the box, the lobby manager greeted Colin and exited. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Faye elegantly stepped forward to greet Mr. Blake.

Mr. Blake looked at Faye with a smile, "Faye, nice to see you again."

Faye said, "Welcome to Cocanel, Mr. Blake."

Mr. Blake said, "I heard from Colin that you are also good at table tennis. Maybe we can play it

sometime."

Faye smiled, and her words were flawless, "You are flattering me. I am just an amateur."

When Faye finished speaking, Colin said teasingly, "Mr. Blake, she's trying to deceive you. Even my

dad is no match for her in terms of table tennis."

Mr. Blake was surprised and he looked at Faye with different eyes, "Really? I remember that Old Mr.

Farrell plays table tennis very well."

Colin smiled, "So be prepared. She might easily defeat you."

As Colin and Mr. Blake talked in turn, Faye just stood by with a smile.

At first, Faye had some doubts about Colin and Mr. Blake's friendship between generations, but now

Faye was convinced that Colin didn't lie.

Colin joked with Mr. Blake for a while, then looked up at Faye with a smile, "Sit, what are you doing

standing there?"

Faye stepped forward, checked where the two of them were sitting, and finally chose a seat in the

middle and sat down.

Mr. Blake glanced at her, smiled kindly, and turned the menu to her, "What kind of dishes do you like?

Order it yourself."

Faye didn't take the menu. She just responded with a smile, "I'm not a picky eater. Whatever you order

will be fine with me."

Mr. Blake admired Faye not only for her tenacity at work but also for her attitude towards him- she was

neither servile nor overbearing.

She never curried favor with him like some young people, nor was she overly cold and indifferent. The

way she communicated with people was pleasant and just right.

Faye said she would not order herself, and Mr. Blake didn't insist. He turned the menu to Colin for him

to order.

Colin reached out and picked up the menu. After a glance, he called the waiter in, ordered a few dishes

at random, and finally said, "No coriander."

The waiter said, "Okay, Mr. Farrell."

After the waiter left and the box door was closed, Mr. Blake teased Colin, "I haven't seen you for a

while. How come you don't even eat coriander now?"

Colin dropped his gaze, smiled faintly, and poured the hot coffee into the tableware in front of him to

clean it.

Faye remained silent, but her heart missed a beat.

She was allergic to coriander and would get hives after eating it.

After the dishes were served, Faye found there was no coriander at all.

None of them had mentioned what this gathering was for, but they all knew this was a welcoming

dinner for Mr. Blake.

Faye hadn't used the forks in front of her to get food until she saw Mr. Blake start picking up dishes with

his forks.

Faye lowered her head and a strand of loose long hair fell. Colin took a glance at her, then calmly

moved his chair to her side, and reached out to tie her long hair naturally.

Faye was taken aback; she looked up at Colin.

Colin looked at her with a half-smile, "Have your dinner. Why are staring at me? Are you gonna feed on

my face?"

The interaction between the two was noticed by Mr. Blake.

Mr. Blake cleared his throat and joked, "Colin, I didn't know you are so nice to your subordinate!"

Colin laughed, "The way I treat my subordinates depends on their appearance."

If Mr. Blake and Colin were alone here, he might have talked dirty about this topic, but he was old now,

and Faye was also here; it was inappropriate to say that in front of young people.

They had quite a harmonious dinner.

Colin and Mr. Blake chatted about the stars in the showbiz industry from time to time.

They both considered those stars a disappointment.

Halfway through the dinner, Faye got up to toast Mr. Blake and said some polite formulae.

"Mr. Blake, thanks a lot for helping me this time. If it weren't for you, I would have to resign now."

Mr. Blake picked up the glass in front of him and clinked glasses with Faye, "Don't worry, even if I don't

come, Colin won't do anything to you."

Faye smiled, pretending not to understand Mr. Blake's implication. She raised her hand and drank all

the wine in one gulp.

Seeing this, Mr. Blake raised his eyebrows lightly, "It seems that you can hold your liquor."

Faye said, "Three cups at most."

Mr. Blake didn't believe it and turned to look at Colin.

Colin served Faye some cold dishes and said with a smile, "Don't look at me. I don't know how much

alcohol she can drink. I've only seen her drink once, and later..."

Colin didn't finish his sentence but smiled meaningfully.

Hearing that, Faye felt a wave of heat surging up inside her body to her cheeks.

Mr. Blake had the experience before; his eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them and

instantly understood. He drank the wine with a smile and did not persuade Faye to drink more.

After a while, Colin asked Mr. Blake if he had any plan to come back to business; he said that there

was a great script with a good cast and resources.

Mr. Blake shook his head while eating, "Since I left this industry, I've never thought of coming back."

Colin smiled, "The showbiz industry is a vanity fair. To be honest, it's admirable of you to give up what

you've achieved so decisively back then."

Mr. Blake noticed Colin's respected tone. He leaned back in the seat and looked at Colin with a smile,

"When are you going to quit?"

Colin replied calmly, "Not now."

The dinner was almost over. Faye was about to get up to check out when the door was pushed open

from the outside. Mason poked her head in with her agent. Seeing Colin, Mason pouted and said

coquettishly, "Colin, it's you. I thought they were mistaken!"

Then Mason walked towards Colin, stood behind his chair, and put her hand on the back of his chair.

Seeing Mason walking in, Mr. Blake put down the forks in his hand and looked sideways at Colin

teasingly.

Colin kept silent. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it between his thin lips, and lit it,

completely ignoring Mason, but he took a glance at Mason's agent standing at the door, "Are you

having a dinner party?"

The agent paused, not expecting that Colin would talk to him, and then quickly answered after

recovering from the surprise, "Yes, Mr. Farrell, Mason was on set today and it happens to be nearby.

Tonight, the cast is having a dinner party."

Colin's voice was cold and emotionless, "Don't keep them waiting too long."

After Colin finished speaking, the agent realized what he meant and turned his gaze on Mason with a

pale face.

Mason didn't expect Colin to drive her out so directly. With an embarrassed face, she still didn't give up,

"Colin, there are several artists from Farrell Media today. Why don't you go and have a look?"

Everyone present knew that what she wanted was for Colin to show up there so that she could flaunt

her affair with the president of Farrell Media.

Pinching the cigarette butt, Colin said blankly, "Delete your posts online. It's for your good."