"Wait, wait, wait a minute, what wedding date!?" Joanna Ramsey's voice was almost gone from shock.
Mason leaned back slowly in the chair, legs crossed elegantly like a nobleman stepping out of an oil painting.
But Joanna Ramsey was in no mood to admire him now, her mind blown by the words 'wedding date'.
"You and Victor had a match meeting, since you're suitable, you should get married."
That matter-of-fact tone almost made Joanna Ramsey burst out, but alas, the other person had such a strong presence she couldn't.
"But we're not suitable at all!!"
"You don't like Victor?"
"I don't like him!!!"
Mason paused in silence for a moment, then nodded and continued, "No worries, feelings can be developed after marriage."
Joanna Ramsey: "..."
"Oh, Mason, Bella and I are just revolutionary comrades, I swear there's nothing else, I also know so many of Bella's little secrets, I can be your little spy."
