Sylvain’s expression changed. “Are you spying on me?”
His mother retained a straight face. “Don’t say it like that. I just want to get to know you better. Isn’t that the quickest way to go? I’ve always prioritized efficiency in everything I do. Since it’s dinner with your girlfriend, you wouldn’t mind having me tag along, would you? I’m your mother, it’s perfectly normal for me to have a meal with her, isn’t it?”
Sylvain didn’t know how to reject her, so he didn’t answer.
His mother immediately got into his car and told her driver to drive the car away without her.
Sylvain frowned as he drove his car to the restaurant where he and Robin were supposed to meet. “She’s not my girlfriend yet,” he reminded her before she got down from the car. “Don’t you dare make unfounded remarks. Consider this a casual meal.”
“Okay, don’t worry. I won’t make things difficult for you,” his mother replied casually, as if she were very close to him. “By the way, your friend from this afternoon, why does she look so familiar?”
The thought of that made Sylvain very uncomfortable. “Of course, she is. She’s my boss’ wife, the wife of the CEO of Tremont Enterprises. Do you know how stupid you looked when you tried to poach me in front of her?”
His mother’s expression changed but quickly returned to normal. “It’s alright, she’s going to find out sooner or later anyway. It doesn’t matter when. Let’s go inside.”
They walked into the restaurant and found that Robin had already arrived. Her face lit up with glee when she saw Sylvain but seemed slightly stunned when she saw someone else with him.
The smile on his mother’s face promptly disappeared as soon as he left. “Your name is Robin Cox, correct?”
Robin nodded seriously. “Yes, I had no idea that you’d be coming today, Mrs. Jaark, so… I didn’t actually dress up.”
Sylvain’s mom tapped her exquisitely manicured fingers against her glass of water. “No need to be so formal. Calling me Mrs. Jaark makes me feel like an old hag… How long have you been dating Syl?”
Robin had a feeling that this woman didn’t like her. Was it the way she addressed her? Sylvain was much older than her, so calling her Mrs. Jaark should be a form of respect. She was clearly trying to establish boundaries between them, but she replied soberly, “We’ve… known each other for a while.”
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