Emma smiled politely.
“Thank you, Mrs. Graves,” Emma replied with a smile.
Hannah blinked in surprise.
“You know my name?” she asked.
Emma nodded lightly. “Yes, I know you.”
“Ah, of course,” Hannah said as realization dawned on her. “You deal with so many elites and my friends. Running an auction house like Centurion Hall, you must know everyone in our circle.”
Hannah stepped a little closer, clearly thrilled.
“So what are you doing here?” she asked curiously.
“I was just in the area for some work,” Emma said casually. “Then I thought I’d stop by for some food.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea,” Hannah said with an approving nod. “The food here is really good.”
Then she lowered her voice slightly and leaned closer.
“I’m actually here because my son is on a blind date,” she said with a sigh.
She pointed toward a table across the restaurant.
“That’s him. My Harold. I practically had to drag him here because he didn’t want to come at all. “
Emma’s eyes flickered slightly.
Hannah continued talking without noticing.
But I found a very nice girl who I thought would be perfect for Harold.”
“I’m glad it seems to be going well.”
Emma followed her gaze.
Her eyes landed on Harold.
But the expression on his face didn’t look like things were going well.
He looked annoyed… almost miserable.
Emma turned back to Hannah.
“Mrs. Graves,” Emma said politely.
“Yes?” Hannah replied.
Emma looked straight at her and asked calmly,
“Do you mind if I date your son?”
Hannah froze.
She just stared at Emma in shock.
“I’m sorry… what did you say?” she asked, clearly confused. “Can you say that again? I think I misheard you.”
