My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 2176 - 2170: Are We Close?

Chapter 2176: Chapter 2170: Are We Close?

"That’s good." Gary White glanced at the man who hadn’t yet stepped away. His eyes darkening, he subtly moved in front of Zoey Turpin, blocking the man’s line of sight.

He turned his head and addressed the man behind him, "And who might this gentleman be?"

"Mr. White, I am Manager Joshua Ranson of the Scott Group." The man behind him glanced at Zoey Turkill, then at Gary White. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "I had no idea Mr. White and Miss Turpin knew each other. Have you two worked together before?"

Upon hearing the man’s probing words, the chill in Gary White’s eyes intensified.

"Why, didn’t Zoey tell you that she and I used to..."

"I do know Mr. White, but we are not close." Zoey Turpin interrupted Gary White. Emerging from behind him, she directed her gaze at the man she had just spoken with, "Manager Ranson, didn’t you just invite me to have a meal with you? I should be free in a couple of days. Let’s pick a place and eat together then."

In an instant, Gary White’s face changed.

The man referred to as Manager Ranson also looked surprised.

But after a few frozen seconds, his face broke into joy.

Looking at Zoey Turpin with excitement, he asked, "Miss Turpin, do you really have time?"

"Mm hmm," Zoey Turpin replied without looking at Gary White, "I should be free."

"That’s fantastic, Miss Turpin, then can we..." The man was muddled by this unexpected joy. Just as he was about to set a specific time, he suddenly felt a chill on his skin, causing him to break out in goosebumps.

The man turned his head and found Gary White staring at him with a warning in his eyes.

That look was filled with murderous intent.

It scared him into silence instantly.

"I just said, Zoey doesn’t have time," Gary White lowered his voice, "Did you not understand?"

"No, Mr. White, I..." The man turned pale, his features somewhat frantic.

"Mr. White, whether or not I have the time is for me to decide. When did Mr. White start acting as my spokesperson?" Zoey Turpin glared at Gary White, somewhat annoyed, "I can handle my own issues. There’s no need for Mr. White to make decisions for me."

"Are we close?"

With his lips pressed together, Gary White slowly turned towards her.

Suppressing his anger, he stared at the woman in front of him and inhaled a deep breath. His smile was somewhat eerie. "Zoey, we’re not close?"

Zoey Turpin‚ with a calm expression, simply nodded, "Mm hmm, we’re not close."

"Say that again," Gary White gritted out through clenched teeth, "Zoey, we’re not close?"

"We’re not close," Zoey Turpin repeated calmly, "Mr. White, we merely know each other. We can’t even be considered as close friends. Hence, please refrain from meddling in my affairs or pretending in front of others that we are on good terms."

"I don’t want to create misunderstandings."

"Don’t want to create misunderstandings?" Gary White ground out the words between gritted teeth, "What do you mean by that?"

"Just what it implies," Zoey Turpin finally felt like she had gained the upper hand. She had regained some control. At least for now, the person green with rage was Gary White, not her.

She must be a wicked person, she mused.

Because looking at Gary White in such a rage unexpectedly brought her some satisfaction.