Taking the car to the hotel, Old Mr. Robinson and the others walked deep into the villas until they noticed a quiet, remote courtyard.

As the house staff guided them, they entered the villa and changed into indoor slippers before heading to the tearoom in the backyard. Although it was called a tearoom, it was more like a greenhouse. As they pulled apart the beaded curtains, the aroma of flowers wafted into their noses.

Arthur took a deep breath. He was just about to praise the manager for ha