Ninth Heaven Bar.
Below the bar, the lighting was slightly dim. All around seats were vacant. Only at the best window-side double seat was a delicate candle flickering.
On one side of the table, Lucas Walker was wearing a light grey suit, his right arm rested on the back of the chair, his hand supporting his head.
Those blue eyes were constantly focused on the entrance.
The butler stood behind him with a slight frown.
At the entrance, suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps.
A smile spread across Lucas Walker's face, and he immediately sat up straight on the chair.
At the entrance, someone walked in, but it was a servant dressed in a vest.
Lucas Walker glanced at his watch, it showed 9:35.
Nearly two hours had passed since the agreed time, would Ivana... really not come?!
Watching as the clock made another round, Lucas Walker's mood grew tense with every ticking second.
