"It's alright, we're going to my friend's restaurant... It's not yet meal time, I've already informed him in advance, so he'll keep it closed for now!"
"Isn't it troublesome?" Considering it takes at least an hour and a half to get from downtown to the marshal's residence, and since they wouldn't make it in time for lunch anyway, Emma Benson felt his suggestion was feasible.
However, given that most people in Saoys now recognize her, she didn't want to cause a stir.
"Not troublesome at all..." Seeing her agree, Frederick turned the car around, drove into another avenue, and sent out a text message.
As the car turned, it soon reached a small neighborhood. It didn't look very bustling but had its own unique charm.
There were restaurants of European, American, and Chinese styles, a variety of options, and could be termed a food street.
