One year later.
Roy entered the high-end restaurant, where a waiter quickly approached him.
Recognizing Roy, the waiter led him through the elegantly decorated space, past tables draped in pristine white linens and patrons indulging in gourmet cuisine, to a private room with the door slightly ajar.
The waiter opened it fully, revealing an elegantly beautiful lady seated at the table.
Her classic features were striking: long, straight blonde hair cascading down her back, and light blue eyes that seemed almost familiar.
Stepping inside, he saw it was indeed Beatrice Kingston, Noran's younger sister.
Beatrice looked up as he entered and smiled gently. "Mr. Roy, thank you for being willing to meet with me."
Roy nodded as he took a seat. "Beatrice, it's been a while. I was surprised by your message."
He paused and gestured for the waiter to leave without placing an order.
He didn't come here to dine with Beatrice. He wanted to get to the main topic quickly.
