"He just asked where you were, and I told him you were busy in the kitchen. Then he glanced at the kitchen," Madam Turner said, looking puzzled. "Who is this guy? Do you know him?"
After all, the moment her daughter saw this man, she hurriedly tried to avoid him.
Lauren's expression grew complicated. "That's Garrett Vincent, the prince of the entertainment industry! I met him a few times when I was... around that person."
"Do you think Garrett Vincent will recognize you?" Madam Turner asked nervously.
Lauren sighed. "I'm afraid he might. Even though I look completely different now than I did back then, if he hadn't recognized me, he wouldn't have asked such a question when he was leaving."
Madam Turner's face turned pale. "Then... what should we do? Will he tell that person about you? I noticed he seems to know Rachel. Maybe... we should ask Rachel to talk to him for us?"
Lauren bit her lip, still confused.
