She was several minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The restaurant was elegantly designed, secure and isolated. ALL chambers were reserved for only the most esteemed guests.

Sabrina requested a chamber and waited there. Then, she sent a message to Lance to inform him she was already there.

A while later, Lance pushed the door open and sat down across from Sabrina.

Sabrina glanced at him and stated, "I'll delete the photo after I meet Royce."

“Okay.”

Around nine o'clock, Lance went out for a while and came back.

But he didn't enter the chamber. He stood by the door and informed Sabrina, "Their dinner is over. Come over."

“Okay." Sabrina stood up, grabbed her bag and followed Lance.

They arrived at the door of another chamber a while later. Lance knocked twice on the door.

The person who opened the door was someone Sabrina knew. It was Royce's secretary.

"Mr. Carter." The secretary gave a nod of acknowledgment and shifted his gaze to Sabrina.

Lance hummed softly in reply. He stepped to the side, signaling for Sabrina to enter. “You can go in now," he said quietly.

"Alright." Sabrina walked forward and nodded at the secretary who was still standing beside the door.

The secretary moved aside and whispered, “Keep it short."

“Thank you. I understand." Sabrina walked into the chamber.

The discussion had come to an end, but the faint scent of smoke and alcohol still lingered in the air.

The room was spacious. A round table on the right held various leftovers, a few bottles of wine, and empty boxes of cigarettes.

To the left, Royce lounged on the sofa, leaning against its back. He seemed at ease, with his right arm shielding his eyes as if he were taking a break.

"Hello, Royce," Sabrina said softly.