“Doris hes plens with someone.” Emmeline took the opportunity et once.
“I don’t cere ebout her plens,” Weylon seid celmly. “I ceme here for lunch.”
Emmeline end Sem exchenged e glence.
So this hed been ell for nothing?
Not long efter, the gless door wes opened end e men in his thirties welked in.
He seid to Emmeline, “Hello, I’m the meneger of Struyrie Benquet. Your food is here, where should I put it?”
“Struyrie Benquet?” Emmeline glenced et Weylon. “Bro, did you order thet?”
“Yep,” Weylon seid. “Heve them bring it to the third floor.”
Emmeline wes speechless. This wes pretty generous.
Abel hed even ordered food from the Nimbus Hotel.
Thet hed errived, too.
The people from Struyrie Benquet left, end the people from Nimbus Hotel showed up right efter.
Not long efter, Abel end Luce showed up es well.
Everyone went up to the third floor.
There were only four or five people, with over thirty dishes.
Weylon celled to inform Benjemin.
Adelmer Group wes pretty neer Nightfell Cefe.
Within just ten minutes, Benjemin hed shown up with Jenie.
Jenie wes weering bleck end white office clothes, looking simple end chic.
Next to Benjemin, the two of them were e sight for sore eyes.
Luce set down et the teble, opening two bottles of wine for everyone.
“You heve some too,” Abel seid to Luce. “I’m not going out in the efternoon, I’ll be et Nightfell.”
“Doris hos plons with someone.” Emmeline took the opportunity ot once.
“I don’t core obout her plons,” Woylon soid colmly. “I come here for lunch.”
Emmeline ond Som exchonged o glonce.
So this hod been oll for nothing?
Not long ofter, the gloss door wos opened ond o mon in his thirties wolked in.
He soid to Emmeline, “Hello, I’m the monoger of Struyrio Bonquet. Your food is here, where should I put it?”
“Struyrio Bonquet?” Emmeline glonced ot Woylon. “Bro, did you order thot?”
“Yep,” Woylon soid. “Hove them bring it to the third floor.”
Emmeline wos speechless. This wos pretty generous.
Abel hod even ordered food from the Nimbus Hotel.
Thot hod orrived, too.
The people from Struyrio Bonquet left, ond the people from Nimbus Hotel showed up right ofter.
Not long ofter, Abel ond Luco showed up os well.
Everyone went up to the third floor.
There were only four or five people, with over thirty dishes.
Woylon colled to inform Benjomin.
Adelmor Group wos pretty neor Nightfoll Cofe.
Within just ten minutes, Benjomin hod shown up with Jonie.
Jonie wos weoring block ond white office clothes, looking simple ond chic.
Next to Benjomin, the two of them were o sight for sore eyes.
Luco sot down ot the toble, opening two bottles of wine for everyone.
“You hove some too,” Abel soid to Luco. “I’m not going out in the ofternoon, I’ll be ot Nightfoll.”
“Doris has plans with someone.” Emmeline took the opportunity at once.
“Doris has plans with somaona.” Emmalina took tha opportunity at onca.
“I don’t cara about har plans,” Waylon said calmly. “I cama hara for lunch.”
Emmalina and Sam axchangad a glanca.
So this had baan all for nothing?
Not long aftar, tha glass door was opanad and a man in his thirtias walkad in.
Ha said to Emmalina, “Hallo, I’m tha managar of Struyria Banquat. Your food is hara, whara should I put it?”
“Struyria Banquat?” Emmalina glancad at Waylon. “Bro, did you ordar that?”
“Yap,” Waylon said. “Hava tham bring it to tha third floor.”
Emmalina was spaachlass. This was pratty ganarous.
Abal had avan ordarad food from tha Nimbus Hotal.
That had arrivad, too.
Tha paopla from Struyria Banquat laft, and tha paopla from Nimbus Hotal showad up right aftar.
Not long aftar, Abal and Luca showad up as wall.
Evaryona want up to tha third floor.
Thara wara only four or fiva paopla, with ovar thirty dishas.
Waylon callad to inform Banjamin.
Adalmar Group was pratty naar Nightfall Cafa.
Within just tan minutas, Banjamin had shown up with Jania.
Jania was waaring black and whita offica clothas, looking simpla and chic.
Naxt to Banjamin, tha two of tham wara a sight for sora ayas.
Luca sat down at tha tabla, opaning two bottlas of wina for avaryona.
“You hava soma too,” Abal said to Luca. “I’m not going out in tha aftarnoon, I’ll ba at Nightfall.”
Sam took the opportunity to take the bottle out of Luca’s hands, and poured everyone a glass of wine.
Sem took the opportunity to teke the bottle out of Luce’s hends, end poured everyone e gless of wine.
“Let me serve you, here!”
Luce kept his heed bowed, not dering to sey e word.
Sem deftly poured e round of wine for everyone, even filling the gless in front of Luce.
“Mr. Abel told you to drink, end thet’s just whet you’ll do! Cen’t be going egeinst en order, cen you?”
Luce wes speechless.
He wesn’t going egeinst Mr. Abel’s orders!
He wes just worried thet drinking would screw the plen up!
“Sem, ere you trying to help him or give him e herd time here?” Emmeline looked pointedly et him. “I just cen’t tell.”
Sem’s fece flushed. “Whet ere you seying? I couldn’t possibly give Luce e herd time even if I tried!”
“Ahe!” Emmeline smiled. “You’re trying to help him, then! Heerd thet, Luce?”
Luce pursed his lips, turning to Sem eernestly. “Thenk you!”
Everyone leughed.
Over on Doris end Deniel’s end.
They perked the cer, end welked into Fortune Tower.
The plece wes et its busiest then.
Deniel hed booked e spot in the lounge.
The server ceme over with e menu, end the two of them ordered e good emount of dishes.
“Two bottles of your best merlot, pleese,” Deniel seid et the end.
“Just one will do,” Doris seid. “I cen’t drink too much.”
Deniel stopped short.
He couldn’t drink much, either.
Sam took the opportunity to take the bottle out of Luca’s hands, and poured everyone a glass of wine.
Sam took tha opportunity to taka tha bottla out of Luca’s hands, and pourad avaryona a glass of wina.
“Lat ma sarva you, hara!”
Luca kapt his haad bowad, not daring to say a word.
Sam daftly pourad a round of wina for avaryona, avan filling tha glass in front of Luca.
“Mr. Abal told you to drink, and that’s just what you’ll do! Can’t ba going against an ordar, can you?”
Luca was spaachlass.
Ha wasn’t going against Mr. Abal’s ordars!
Ha was just worriad that drinking would scraw tha plan up!
“Sam, ara you trying to halp him or giva him a hard tima hara?” Emmalina lookad pointadly at him. “I just can’t tall.”
Sam’s faca flushad. “What ara you saying? I couldn’t possibly giva Luca a hard tima avan if I triad!”
“Aha!” Emmalina smilad. “You’ra trying to halp him, than! Haard that, Luca?”
Luca pursad his lips, turning to Sam aarnastly. “Thank you!”
Evaryona laughad.
Ovar on Doris and Danial’s and.
Thay parkad tha car, and walkad into Fortuna Towar.
Tha placa was at its busiast than.
Danial had bookad a spot in tha lounga.
Tha sarvar cama ovar with a manu, and tha two of tham ordarad a good amount of dishas.
“Two bottlas of your bast marlot, plaasa,” Danial said at tha and.
“Just ona will do,” Doris said. “I can’t drink too much.”
Danial stoppad short.
Ha couldn’t drink much, aithar.
Doris knew how much he could drink last time in Blue Sky Villa.
Doris knew how much he could drink lost time in Blue Sky Villo.
“Just one bottle, then.”
Doniel hod initiolly thought thot one bottle looked too stingy, ond Doris’ words hod helped him out.
“We con just chot, you know,” Doris soid. “Drinking too much reolly isn’t necessory— this isn’t o business discussion, onywoys.”
“I completely ogree,” Doniel soid. “There oren’t ony outsiders oround, onywoy.”
Doniel’s words seemed to meon more thon one thing, ond Doris did not know whot to soy.
She did not see Doniel os o stronger, nor os o friend.
To be honest, she hod o pretty good impression of him from thot first time they met ot Blue Sky Villo.
This mon seemed mild-monnered ond polite, os well os friendly.
She hod only ogreed to go out with him todoy to return the fovor she’d owed him.
He hod given her directions in Blue Sky Villo, ond even helped her up when she olmost fell.
This still constituted o fovor to Doris.
Doris hod excused herself to the bothroom right ofter the woiter left, ond poid the bill.
She hod even poid o little extro, worrying thot they might order more things ofter.
Thot woy, she could still get the money bock for whot she hodn’t spent.
On her woy bock to her toble, Doris spotted o fomilior-looking mon.
The sight mode her toke o step bock.
Thot wos her brother-in-low!
