Indeed, Jeremiah couldn't resist my assertive demeanor. He looked displeased, saying, “Mr. Martin Terrell, of course.”

I scoffed and asked, “Do I know that person? Why would he extend an invitation to me? Mr. Jeremiah, you know I don’t attend random gatherings, right? There must be a reason for the invitation. Your cousin Chad knows it, too.”

My attitude left Jeremiah at a loss as he glanced at me. “Ms. Chloe, I suggest you think twice before making a regretful decision.”

I frowned at his words and retorted, “Are you threatening me?”

I knew he was merely Martin’s middle-man. Jeremiah would fail if he couldn’t secure my attendance. As expected, he became apprehensive toward my displeasure. “Ms. Chloe, please don’t misunderstand me.

“Mr. Marting doesn’t invite just anyone for a meal. If anyone else wishes to dine with him, they must have the right connections. He’s doing more than enough by taking the initiative, so I advise you not to be unappreciative.”

I raised a brow and offere