Feeling injustice for Felix Shaw and his son, Mia Foster tossed the steel spoon more heavily than she intended. The metal spoon landed on the plate with a loud clink. Watching the tall figure quickly moving towards the restaurant door, Oliver Shaw tightened his gaze and did not shift his eyes away for a long time.
A familiar person can be recognized just by their back, let alone one's future daughter-in-law.
"Oliver, what's wrong?" Vanessa Armstrong also looked towards the restaurant entrance. Apart from the customers coming and going, she noticed nothing unusual. Oliver Shaw looked back and smiled, saying, "It's nothing."
"Did you see someone you know?" Vanessa Armstrong glanced at the restaurant door again. After many years together, she knew Oliver Shaw's personality well.
"It's nothing, perhaps I mistook someone." Oliver Shaw smiled again, then walked over to the counter, "Seraphina, are the chicken cutlets not ready yet?"
