The breakfast at Star Garden, on the solid wood dining table that could seat ten, the couple each occupied an end, dining in silence.
A group of servants stood by, ready to serve at any moment, the atmosphere oppressively quiet.
The man at the head of the table moved with an innate elegance, but his sharp face bore not a trace of emotion; his pure black shirt made his already icy demeanor seem deadlier and more dangerous.
Once the chopsticks were put down, Sister Liu immediately presented a clean silk damp cloth. Kevin wiped his hands, set it aside, stood up, and adjusted his diamond cufflinks as the servant responsible for his coat promptly held it open for him.
"Boss, everything is ready," Wester reported from the door, nodding.
Kevin nodded, turned, and left, without so much as a glance at the woman sitting at the other end of the table.
"Wait a second!" Charlotte put down the porcelain spoon she had been biting on, stood up, and called after him somewhat urgently.
