The middle-aged man waved at Anya and strode over. "Anya, are you free tonight? I''d like to invite you to a friend''s gathering."


    "I''m sorry, but I already have ns tonight." She nced at Zachary before politely smiling at the middle-aged man and shaking her head.


    Only then did the man''s gaze finally fall on Zachary, but it was merely a cursory nce.


    "Are you going out with this gentleman?" he asked her.


    She nodded slightly.


    Seeing this, the man smiled and turned to Zachary. "Hello, I''m Cameron Pearce. Nice to meet you."


    "Zachary Lloyd," Zachary introduced himself.


    Cameron paused momentarily, racking his brain to remember if anyone named Zachary was in the Yel Corporation business circle.


    After thinking for a while, he realized he didn''t recall anyone by that name, so he smiled and asked, "May I ask where you work, Mr. Lloyd?"


    "I''m the deputy manager of the marketing department at Yel Corporation."


    "Yel Corporation? Deputy manager? So, you''re Anya''s subordinate."


    A hint of disdain flickered in Cameron''s eyes when he heard this.


    He had initially thought this rival had some background, but he turned out to be just another high-level employee.


    With such a status, Zachary wasn''t even qualified topete with him.


    "Something like that," Zachary replied with a calm smile.


    "Heh... Since Anya has already made ns with you, I won''t interrupt you two any longer."


    Cameron showed no interest in continuing the conversation with Zachary. He turned to Anya and said, "Anya, let''s reschedule for another day."


    Anya nodded lightly in response.


    He turned and got back into his car.


    Once he left, she angrily linked her


    arm with Zachary''s and


    he''s looking down on y


    Why


    "Whether he looks down on me is his business. It has nothing to do with me," Zachary said nonchntly.


    long as five well, other people''s


    opinions don''t matter. If you care too much about what others think, you''ll live a very tiring life."


    "That makes sense!" Anya''s eyes flickered as she nodded lightly.


    Her irritation dissipated when she heard his words.


    Suddenly, as if remembering something, she shook his arm yfully and asked, "Zac, do you care about my opinion?"


    "What do you think?" Zachary didn''t want to answer that question.


    He smiled and ruffled her hair before walking toward his rental apartment.


    She followed closely, still clinging to his arm, shaking it yfully. He wouldn''t give her a straight answer, which frustrated her, but she could not deal with him.


    "Ding!"


    At that moment, Anya received a message on her phone.


    She pulled it out to check, her expression shifting slightly as she slowed down.


    On the screen was a Twitter chat box. A friend had sent her a WPS file on Twitter.


    The document''s title read, "Information on the female streamer, Molly."


    After receiving the file, Anya opened the document. As she read through it, her expression quickly soured.


    "That little vixen is definitely after Zac!"