Before long, the so-called head chef arrived. He was a tall, lean, middle-aged man who immediately lowered his head at Felix.

"I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Please accept my sincerest apologies."

That was the first confirmation of Felix's suspicion. His eyes lit up.

"It's fine. Since you're being so polite about it, just make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Of course! Thank you for your understanding."

Back at the table, Lindsay chuckled. "You got lucky! If that grumpy chef had come out instead, you'd probably be crying right now."

After breakfast, Felix wasted no time heading to the designated meeting spot. Another agent from headquarters had been sent today, and Felix immediately made his request.

"I need the full list of kitchen staff at Laurel Resort. The more detailed, the better. Hurry!"

"Understood, sir."

Anyone who hadn't spent a night at the resort could come and go freely during the day. To avoid suspicion, headquarters typically rotated personnel.