The man's voice rang out again, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back in advance?"
"Because I wanted to surprise you," Viola replied.
The smile in Terrence Lentz's eyes deepened, and he continued, "Shall we go for a meal first?"
"Yes." Viola nodded slightly.
Due to the time difference, it was 11:30 in the morning in Capital City.
Right in time for lunch.
Viola also hadn't eaten much on the plane.
The two of them visited a private restaurant.
The location was a bit off the beaten path.
The woman running the place seemed quite familiar with Terrence Lentz.
She was around thirty years old.
Dressed in a cheongsam, she was full of charm.
"Terrence is here."
She had draped a snow-white mink cape over herself, radiating a stunning beauty. Although she called Terrence's name, her gaze rested on Viola.
There was an evaluating light in her eyes.
But it wasn't offensive.
Viola greeted her politely, "Hello."
