Viola spoke in a flat tone, "A name is only meant to be called out. There's nothing special about me. Sorry, but I have something to take care of, I will be leaving first."
With that, she turned and approached the door.
But...
The door seemed to have been locked from the outside.
No matter how she tried, it wouldn't open.
Viola slightly furrowed her brows.
Visha Garcia looked at Viola and continued, "Miss Thompson, there's no need to get nervous, I don't have any ill intentions towards you. I simply want to sit down and have a meal with you."
"Is this how you invite someone for dinner?" Viola challenged lightly.
Visha Garcia pulled out a chair, "Miss Thompson, please have a seat."
"What if I refuse?" Viola's tone was still indifferent.
Visha Garcia chuckled, "Miss Thompson, without my permission, you won't be able to leave this place today. So, your only option is to sit down and finish this meal with me."
