The man's brow furrowed instinctively, his gaze following that slender figure.
Fiona Grantham's smile was long gone, the elegant curve of her lips seemed rather forced now.
She also turned to look at the back of the young man in red, her eyes growing deep.
"Bella's temper seems a bit troublesome," she suddenly said with a laugh.
Mason Bennett heard this, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the beautiful and elegant woman beside him.
"It's good for a boy to have a bit of temper."
Fiona Grantham's eyes flickered, continuing: "Bella is really pretty, just like a girl."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to examine the man's expression.
Upon hearing this, Mason Bennett's brows moved slightly, subtly showing displeasure.
"He's young, hasn't completely grown up yet."
His tone seemed to show he wasn't too pleased with Fiona Grantham's description.
Fiona Grantham curved her lips and laughed: "True enough."
