Alick had reserved a private room at the top of Oriental Gate, a secluded dining restaurant known for its unique dishes. The menu boasted rarities like white truffle fish bone soup made with shark fins, offering a rich, silky taste that was simply unparalleled. The pan-fried steak was known for its aromatic, sumptuous texture.

Other dishes like charcoal-grilled tender bamboo shoots and steamed crabs left diners longing for more. Despite being pricey and exclusive to members, the culinary experience was worth every penny.

The private dining space was enclosed by floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned one wall, offering a panoramic view of the city. Thanks to Alick's thoughtful planning, as soon as they arrived, the sumptuous dishes were served promptly.

There was no delay at the restaurant; everything had been arranged in advance.

Joe, normally boisterous and playful, was unusually subdued and clung to Annis' hand throughout the meal. He seemed aware that Annis would be leaving soon. Annis leaned closer and whispered, “What's wrong? You're so quiet today."