He was different from other playboy types.
A rare gem among affluent offspring.
But reality gave her a hard slap in the face.
Frank Parker spoke for a while, but heard no response from Joanna Lawrence, so he turned to look at her.
The young girl already had an incredibly beautiful face.
Her profile was, of course, equally stunning.
Frank was close enough to her that he could even see the curve of her eyelashes.
Her curled, thick, and long eyelashes looked as if they were removed from a cloth doll’s eyes and then transplanted onto hers.
He had never seen a woman with skin as good as Joanna’s.
Her skin was so white that it glowed, with a delicate pink hue underneath, and it was so smooth that not even a single pore was visible.
As a man of Frank’s status, he was naturally surrounded by beautiful women.
He had grown up amongst them since he was young.
Yet, he had to admit, he was stunned by the girl beside him.
Now he gradually understood why even Ashton Heath, a man as wooden as they come, could fall for her.
A sweet scent wafted over from time to time, lingering at the tip of his nose.
The familiar smell reminded him of the night ten years ago.
"Can I ask you a question?" He tried to hold back but couldn’t resist.
Lately, he had been experiencing an inexplicable sense of unease.
He didn’t know what was causing him to feel so restless.
He was eager to find out whether he had made a mistake that night ten years ago.
But the more he tried to confirm and discover the truth, the more elusive the truth became.
Joanna didn’t really want to engage with him.
Even though he had helped her once, he still stood alongside Rebecca Kelloway and had a good relationship with her.
Joanna didn’t want to interact with someone like that too much.
But since he kept talking to her, it wouldn’t be very nice of her to completely ignore him.
So she replied, "What?"
"When you were a child, did you attend any banquets?"
Joanna was taken aback.
Is that the question he wanted to ask?
Of course she had attended banquets before.
Although the Lawrence family couldn’t be considered a wealthy family, they were fairly well-off among ordinary people before they fell from grace.
She, as Ms. Joanna of the Lawrence family, had followed her father, Benjamin, to attend banquets on numerous occasions.
Though she found Frank’s question rather baffling, she answered, "Yes, of course."
Frank was silent for a moment, then asked, "... Have you ever attended the Parker family’s banquet?"
Joanna turned her head with a puzzled look, glanced at him and said.
Something seemed to be stirring in Frank’s narrow and gentle eyes. After making eye contact with her, he looked at her intently and nodded, "Yes. Have you ever attended any Parker family banquets? About ten years ago."
"Do you still remember?"
He thought that Joanna should be able to remember.
At that time, she was about ten years old.
It wasn’t an age too young.
Seeing that he seemed very anxious, Joanna couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Parker, what exactly do you want to ask?"
First, he asked if she had attended any banquets, then followed up by asking if she had ever been to a Parker family banquet.
It was so strange, what was he trying to ask?
"Answer me first." Frank clenched his fist, feeling the sensation of nervousness for the first time in his life.
He looked intently at Joanna: "Think carefully, about ten years ago, when you were around ten years old, did you attend a Parker family banquet? The banquet took place in the summer."