As soon as Fabian had finished complaining, they heard a jingle from downstairs of the coffee shop.

It was the sound of wind chimes when the door opened.

The cafe was closed today, so Carter was the only one who would enter the store at this time.

Sure enough, they heard the waiter's polite voice in the next second, “Mr. Gray, you are here. The boss and his friends are already waiting for you upstairs. What would you like to drink?”

Carter turned a deaf ear and, without even sparing a glance