The seating was simple yet luxurious, with two single sofas facing each other and a glass coffee table in between.
As soon as the two sat down, the waiter immediately brought a pot of fine coffee and lemon water, and asked if they needed anything else.
Kaitlyn Webb shook her head. Seeing this, Ian Bradley waved his hand, indicating the waiter could leave.
"Please enjoy." The waiter bowed slightly and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute..." Ian Bradley called out to stop him, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, placed it on the waiter's tray, and instructed him, "Please go to private room A888 and say Mr. Bradley is in the lobby, and will be there shortly!"
"Yes, sir." Seeing the man's generosity—a hundred-dollar tip—the waiter recognized him as an important guest and hurried away to deliver the message.
"If you have things to attend to, go ahead. I can sit here alone for a while, no problem," Kaitlyn Webb gestured to him.
