At this point, Owen had already strode up to our table.

"Sugar... This wouldn't be your studio, would it?" Owen asked, eyeing me with skepticism.

he next second, as if he had remembered something, he exclaimed with a slight epiphany, "That's right, I remember you used to be a designer."

I gave him a pointed look.

What an 'honor'.

It's quite something to be remembered for such a trivial job.

I really didn't want to deal with him, so I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

"Let's eat," Daniel said, handing me a pair of chopsticks.

"Who is he?" Owen asked, glaring at Daniel.

"Your new...