Chester Yale's face was cold and indifferent, revealing nothing.
He held a cup of cheap coffee in his hand, taking a leisurely sip with a calm expression, and slightly squinted his eyes.
The most ordinary coffee, once in his hand, seemed like the finest in the world.
Were it not for the slight frown on his face, Mr. Gomez, his executive assistant, would have had no doubt that the coffee Chester was drinking had not come from this shop.
Finally, after waiting for forty minutes, the assistant received a message that Professor Ross and his party had left the hotel and were heading their way.
At this time in the morning, the small café had few customers, just a handful of college students with no classes, most of whom were couples.
A quiet tranquility settled over the cozy store.
"Mr. Chester, they're here." As soon as Mr. Gomez noticed a few foreigners at the door, he respectfully informed Chester.
