Vivian Sinclair followed closely, carrying a backpack, striving to keep up with their pace.
The three of them walked unimpeded through the regular passage and directly into the VIP lounge.
Inside, the lounge was quiet and comfortable, with thick carpeting and soft lighting.
The sofa was spacious, with fruit platters and hot drinks placed on the coffee table.
Tristan Sterling glanced at his wristwatch, frowned slightly, and said, "Let's go get something to eat."
Vivian nodded and quietly followed him into the adjoining restaurant.
The restaurant was elegantly decorated, with few seats but excellent privacy.
She sat down, opened the menu, pondered for a moment, and ordered a bowl of braised noodles.
Tristan ordered an Americano coffee and a sandwich.
They sat facing each other, the atmosphere so quiet it was somewhat stifling.
She lowered her head and ate slowly, picking up the noodles one by one with her chopsticks.
The steam rose, obscuring her view.
