Before she could complete her sentence, a realization swept over her, causing her countenance to darken. "I said that to those gentlemen. You needn't take it seriously."

“But I do take it seriously."

Perceiving Bettie’s discontent, Lance added with a gracious smile, "I've already contemplated our dining choice. I aided you in capturing the thief just now. You won't be so petty, will you? Besides, they're not far away."

Lance directed a fleeting glance toward the two men.

Following his gaze, Bettie spotted the pair engaged in conversation not too distant from their current location.

She clenched her teeth and reluctantly acquiesced, "Very well."

As Sabrina answered the call, she inquired, "Bettie, have you concluded your affairs? We're currently..."

“Sabrina, I've decided to treat Lance instead of joining you. We can discuss this later."

After a moment of contemplation, Sabrina acquiesced, saying, “Alright. Just be cautious and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything."

“I appreciate it."

Having concluded the call, Sabrina tucked her phone into her pocket, retrieved her camera, and directed Jennie and Tyrone, positioned a few meters away, with instructions, "Come closer... That's it, just like that. Flash your smiles. Wonderful!"

Tyrone was not particularly fond of being photographed but Jennie insisted on taking a photo with him.

He strolled over and joined Sabrina to review the images on the camera's display. In a casual tone, he inquired, “Was that Bettie who called just now?"

"Yes, she mentioned she wouldn't be joining us," Sabrina responded, her gaze fixed intently on the photograph.

“Is her former boyfriend of mixed race?" Tyrone inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his words. Startled, Sabrina arched an eyebrow and regarded him quizzically, asking, “What makes you say that?"

“I was just observing his eyes and facial structure."

“I've never heard Bettie mention it before,” Sabrina stated, casting doubt on Tyrone's assumption. Lance boasted impeccable facial features, but at first glance, he didn't appear to have mixed-race heritage.

Having taken the initiative to scout out the restaurant in advance, Lance had selected a hot pot establishment renowned for its distinctive offerings.

Seated across from each other, a waiter arrived with the menu in hand.

“How may I assist you today? Valentine's Day is approaching and we have a special couple's set meal that has been quite popular. Would you Like to give it a try?"