"I wouldn't," Bettie responded dismissively before quickly changing the subject. "And who is Alice?"

At Bettie's question, Lance realized Sabrina hadn't kept her word.

But he was ready for this. He had someone download the surveillance footage and save it on his phone right after returning that day.

Lance promptly shared the surveillance footage with Bettie, stating, “She means nothing to me. I had turned her down.”

After seeing the footage, Bettie smirked and remarked, "Mr. Carter, you've got tons of pursuers overseas."

"But you're the one I'm into. Will you give me a chance?" Lance rested an arm on the back of Bettie's seat, leaning in closer to her with a subtle scent that was both bold and masculine surrounding her.

Lance adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was soft, with a slight smile and his lips slightly upturned, giving him the air of a ruffian in scholars’ gowns.

Bettie was stunned, captivated by his charm.

“Miss Ramirez?" Lance urged.

Lance's handsome face drew nearer, and Bettie could feel his breath.

Finally, Bettie snapped out of it, leaned back, and clutched at her chest. "You gave me a fright... Alright. Let's hit those food stalls."

With that, she pushed Lance away and got up. She darted away swiftly, glancing around in a flurry as if she were fleeing from a wolf.

With a grin still playing on his lips, Lance stood up and followed Bettie closely.

At the back of the room, a woman with a mask kept her gaze fixed on the two of them. After they left, she waited quietly for about thirty seconds before standing up to follow them.

Lance quickly caught up with Bettie and mentioned, “My car is parked in the underground garage, and the elevator is that way."

He couldn't resist asking, "What made you laugh earlier?"

“Well, nothing. It's a pity. I simply thought you were cuckolded,"

Bettie responded with a hint of amusement.

"I've never been with anyone else. If I was cuckolded, it's your doing."

Hearing Lance's lighthearted tone, Bettie kept her expression neutral.