Since they had an upcoming dinner engagement with Mitchel, Ariana resolved to talk about the investigation in person.

The designated dinner hour was yet to arrive, so Ariana and Sarah made their way to the reserved restaurant to discuss the menu options beforehand.

Ariana had chosen the venue. The ordinary eatery nestled amidst a bustling locality. Its unassuming interior design welcomed a steady stream of people.

Ariana found solace in such humble surroundings, always relishing the simple pleasures of dining in unpretentious establishments.

With an hour to spare, they had ample time to settle in and make themselves comfortable.

Surprisingly, as Ariana and Sarah stepped inside, they spotted Mitchel.

A brief moment of bewilderment washed over Ariana as she fumbled for her phone to check the time. It was indeed early. She rubbed her eyes and asked Sarah, “Isn't that Dr. Chadwick over there?"

Sarah too caught sight of him and nodded uncertainly. She said to Ariana, "Could I have mistaken the timing? Why is he here so prematurely?”

As Sarah uttered those words, Ariana confirmed that Mitchel had indeed arrived ahead of schedule.

In the bustling restaurant, he sat alone at an unoccupied table, clad in a crisp white shirt, engrossed in an abundance of medical literature. His fingers danced across the keys of his laptop.

Immersed in his work, he remained oblivious to the incessant ebb and flow of people, his gaze unyielding.

Despite his unassuming attire, there lingered an undeniable air of elegance, setting him apart from the chaos that enveloped his surroundings.

Ariana and Sarah exchanged puzzled glances and started making their way toward him.

As Ariana drew closer to Mitchel, her regret about choosing such an ordinary restaurant intensified.

Given that they were treating Mitchel, Ariana couldn't help but feel that they should have selected a place more befitting his elevated status, like a grand ballroom befitting a king.

At the medical summit, Ariana had gained insight into Mitchel's prestigious position, and it was apparent that someone of his caliber would likely prefer the finery of a high-end restaurant, where elegance and opulence danced hand in hand.

However, as Ariana wallowed in remorse, Mitchel's eyes caught sight of them, and to her surprise, he appeared unperturbed by the choice of venue, gracefully greeting them. He summoned the waiter to take their orders.

“What culinary delights would you fancy?" Mitchel selected a symphony of signature dishes and handed them the menu, his refined demeanor exuding the poise of a regular connoisseur.

With their orders placed, Mitchel tidied up his materials and rose from his seat.

“I shall make my way to the self-service area to get a little something. Is there anything your hearts desire?"