"I just found out about it recently. My biological mother and I have been separated for over 20 years, and I don't think she wants to officially recognize me as her daughter, so there is nothing to say about it."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, looked back at Lance before turning back to Bettie.

"What would you have done if I had told you earlier?"

"I would have made you my wingman so you can assist me in wooing Blayze," Bettie blurted out.

Her eyes widened in shock as if she was surprised that those words had left her mouth.

Before either woman could say anything, Lance asked dryly, “A wingman?

Woo him?"

Bettie swallowed and turned her head to glower at him.

"Is there any problem?"

Lance smiled at her toothily.

"You can woo him now if you want. I will be your wingman."

Bettie shook her head quickly.

"That's unnecessary..."

"I'll call him right now and tell him that you want to woo him."

Lance took out his phone and pretended to call Blayze.

“No!" Bettie rushed toward him with the intention of taking his phone away before he could call Blayze.

In her mad dash to stop him, she didn't realize that Lance had stretched out his leg.

Bettie stumbled and would have fallen if Lance hadn't wrapped his arms around her.

Shocked at her fall, Bettie looked up at Lance and the two of them were lost in each other's gaze.

Sabrina coughed and suddenly announced, "Mr. Carter, Bettie and I will take a taxi home. Have a good day."