“No.” Stanley Batton averted his gaze back to the red wine glass on his hand.

He slowly swirled the wine glass a couple of times before taking a sip of the red wine from the glass.

Walking up to the old man, Bailey Ronson greeted him with a bright smile on her face. “Welcome, Mr. Henry. Please come in with me. I’ll introduce the organizer of the charity dinner, Mr. Jeremy Quest, to you.”

The old man nodded in agreement.

Without wasting any time, Bailey led Mr. Henry to Jeremy Quest’s seat.