Unexpected

Hunter ignored her.

Phoebe was a little embarrassed, but took a deep breath and boldly introduced herself. "Mr. Johnson, I am the younger daughter of the Smiths."

OK, but what did it have to do with him?

Hunter tilted his head and didn't even bother to look at her.

Mr. Hopkins said, "Hi, Miss Smith, are you here for the dinner party too?"

Phoebe didn't reply to him. She pointed to the banquet hall and smiled sweetly. "Aren't you going in?"

Mr. Hopkins glanced at Hunter. "We're waiting for Miss Claire. We can't get through her cell phone."

Hearing this, Phoebe instantly covered her mouth, pretending to be astonished. "God! Claire is not coming. Didn't she tell you that?"

Hunter, who had been indifferent like a sculpture, finally reacted.

He frowned and glanced at Phoebe. "What do you mean?"