Zoe turned to face Barrett, who was standing not far behind her. Her trust in him was almost non-existent. Quickly hanging up Christopher's call, she dialed Penelope's number, her finger hovering over the call button.

With her guard up, she frowned and spoke up. "Are you following me?"

She remembered that Barrett rarely came to this restaurant, whether for business, socializing, or just for a casual meal with friends. And she had only been here for less than half an hour. It seemed too coincidental to run into him.

As he approached, closing the distance between them to just a step away, Zoe immediately stepped back, resisting. "If you have...