"What did you say?" Raven caught his words, looked at him, surprised.
Then a waiter approached Raven's table and informed, "Miss Zhao, you have been called to Table 09."
The greetings were exchanged. Evan passed down a judgmental look at Raven. William noticed, embarrassed by his daughter, he didn't introduce her, but he mentioned her to the Shah's heir earlier.
Benedict took advantage of the tension and said, "She is Raven Zhao."
The Shah heir, Atish Shah, politely stood up and said, "Mister William said you are an author."
"Well, he said she wrote three books." Benedict corrected. Aidan simply sat down, one leg on another, tapping his fingers on his knee. He asked, "Atish Shah, I am impressed how these two are charmed by you."
"It is Mr William and Mr Evan who welcomed me with such open hearts." Atish Shah said, "Unlike Mr Lin and his people, who are quite biased, they asked if I use a curry perfume."
"They thought I was Indian." He continued and burst out laughing.
Benedict slipped his hand in his pocket and said, "Are you not?"
Raven laughed. Aidan looked at her in disbelief, "Seriously???"
"What?" Raven asked, shocked.
Aidan noticed all the eyes were on him. He coughed, "Nothing."
She didn't smile once for me, but these idiots crack one joke, and she is all jolly.
"How about we schedule a meeting tomorrow?" Evan distracted them and asked.
"Not tomorrow." Atish's face changed; he was all serious and cold. "This weekend." He signalled his secretary and excused himself, leaving the hall.
Aidan's face darkened, a fleeting glance at Jacob, his eyes returned to Benedict.
"That was quick." Benedict commented, taking a seat next to Evan, "Mr Evan, Shah has impressed you, but you need to work hard to impress him."
"He is right. All I need is his signature on a paper. But you, William, you need his finger." Evan teased, "I have a good pen, but you don't."
"Shut up." William threw the napkin and looked at Raven, displeased.
"You should try that, Mrs Vivian's son. He is one rich spoiled brat." Evan said, snorting.
"He is a shameless alcoholic." William stood up and turned to Raven, "Did you find any friends today?"
Raven was invited to the conference to widen connections and networks. But Aidan knew well how she had introduced herself to people.
"She found six young elites. You should be proud of her." Aidan glanced at her and said, giggling.
"Well, yeah. Not six, though. Two." Raven didn't smile; she answered simply.
"Who?" Evan asked, "Do we know them?"
"Perhaps, Mr Sharma and Mr Fan. They were impressed by the pitch. They have arranged a meeting this Tuesday. As long as the proposal is reasonable, they will sign it." Raven said.
"When did you meet them?" Aidan asked, puzzled.
"Shut up!" Raven mumbled.
"I need results," William warned and left.