Chapter 88 —Did you miss me...?

Narrator:

The silence between them was like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

The woman maintained her composure, a slight smile on her lips, while Roman kept his eyes fixed on her. His gaze was dark, intense, charged with something as dangerous as it was impenetrable.

A waitress approached, notebook in hand and a nervous smile on her face.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Roman didn't even turn his head. His voice was low, deep, with that relentless tone that brooked no argument.

“No.”

The waitress hesitated for a second, but before she could leave, he spoke again.

“How much do you want to close this place down?”

The comment fell like a bomb in the café.

The waitress blinked, confused.

“Sir, I don't think...”

“Find out,” he cut her off, his expression unchanged.

The woman swallowed and hurried over to the manager, who, seeing Roman's expression, quickly did some mental math. He approached the table with a mixture of disbelief and caution.

“Sir, closi