The waiter looked a little confused, "...phone call?"
Maeve Lane nodded slightly. At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, smiling at her, "I made the call. You can leave this to me."
The waiter felt that the young man looked unfamiliar. After taking a closer look, he realized it was the person the boss invited today. Before he could process his astonishment, Miles Hughes quickly stuffed a few red bills into his hand. He immediately understood, "Okay."
Maeve Lane did not notice their little exchange. Her gaze passed through the group of men whose eyes were burning with interest, landing on the man sitting on the sofa.
He was leaning back against the sofa, his face hidden in the shadows like a lurking leopard. His eyes, full of intense curiosity, also looked over at her.
His face was as if carefully crafted by God. At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, his collar undone, and a hint of drunken red colored his delicate collarbones.
