Elara walked into the prestigious restaurant known for its excellent service and food, adorned with riches, where a single plate could cost hundreds of dollars.
Antonio walked behind Elara, still not believing how cunningly Elara came through with her plan.
It was both admirable and amusing.
As Elara walked further inside, she was about to ask the manager about the table reservation when someone stopped her.
"It's Madam Elara," The familiar voice caught her attention, and she turned around, her gaze meeting the familiar men.
She smiled at the person who called her name.
"How are you doing, Mr. Timothy?" She asked before bowing to the man standing adjacent to him in respect.
The man furrowed his brows.
"What are you doing here, unsupervised like this? Don't tell me you came to meet me with some family drama," The man said, and Elara's smile faltered.
She had just bowed to him out of respect for the elder, but it looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
