“I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. York.” Imogen greeted Zachary politely and offered her right hand to shake.

Zachary shook her hand out of politeness and consideration for Dylan.

The husband-and-wife pair led Imogen over to the sofa to sit down.

Dylan sat to one side. To hide his inner thoughts, he sat Sonny on his lap, teasing him occasionally and glancing at the rest out of the corner of his eyes.

After a few moments, Zachary asked the hotel butler to come in and they moved over to the dining table.

Serenity took the menu from the butler and handed it to Imogen as she said warmly, “Please have your pick, Ms. Doyle. The food here is highly ranked in Wiltspoon.”

Imogen did not take it, smiling in return. “You can order whatever you like to share. I’m not picky and since I’m staying here right now, I’ve eaten at the restaurant too, and the food is truly good. All the different cuisines taste authentic.”

Wiltspoon Hotel saw guests from all over the world every day, which was why