They arrived at the location Hannah had specified-a café, and a very popr one at that, a trendy spot for social media influencers.


    It was crowded. As soon as Lionel walked in, he noticed people staring at them. Some had even taken out their phones and were filming.


    Seeing this, Sandra instinctively covered her mouth with her hand. She regretteding. She should have worn a hat, a mask, and sunsses. If someone recognized her, she''d be all over the gossip sites again.


    The thought was humiliating. She had no idea where Hannah had booked a table. What if it was right in the crowded center of the room? How were they supposed to talk?


    That damn woman. She was definitely doing this on purpose.


    She had to be. She knew what they wereing to discuss, yet she chose a cafe.


    That damn woman was so maniptive. She used to be so hopelessly naive. When did she suddenly be so cunning?


    As they got closer, both of their faces fell. Not only had Hannah chosen a table in the most prominent location, surrounded by a full house and people live-streaming, but it was also a hotspot for influencers doing check-in posts. The ce was buzzing.


    But that wasn''t the worst of it. The most important thing was that there were two other people sitting with Hannah.


    One was Samuel.


    The other was Quennel.


    At the sight of Quennel, Lionel''s brow furrowed tightly. Why was he here? Of all the times to show up, why now?


    Could it be that when he told Hannah he wasing, she had immediately contacted Quennel for a face-to-face confrontation?


    As the thought crossed his mind, Lionel''s hands clenched into fists, the veins on their backs popping out. His eyes were filled with disbelief, but he walked toward Hannah''s table nheless.


    "You two are sote. You''re the ones who called us about something important, so why are you only just arriving? Anyone who didn''t know better would think the three


    us


    invited you out for a meal. You trave no sense of propriety at all


    Samuel couldn''t resist a sneer as they approached.


    Lionel exined, "There was traffic on the way. I even left an hour early, but I couldn''t make it because your staff contacted me sote."


    "Oh, is that so? Should we apologize to you then? If you were truly sincere, you would have arrived much earlier instead of making excuses. You''re just full of them, aren''t you?"


    Lionel knew Samuel was just trying to pick a fight, so he didn''t bother responding. There was no point in arguing with him.


    He sat down and looked around at all the people staring at them. The feeling of being watched was deeply ufortable, and they needed to discuss a private matter. This was hardly the right ce.


    After a moment''s thought, Lionel asked, "Hannah, can we move somewhere else?


    Find a private room where we can sit down and talk properly, especially since Quennel is also here."


    Hannah, who hadn''t said a word, simply lifted her coffee cup, took a sip, and set it down with a silent, enigmatic smile.