Yvonne Quinn led Evelyn Lewis to stand at the entrance, ready to welcome the first wave of bar guests. Seeing people coming and going at other bars, Evelyn Lewis couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. She pointed at the waiter by the door and reminded, “Sister Quinn, shouldn’t we be a bit more proactive and greet the guests?”

“No rush, the real rush hour for bars is after midnight. The ones coming now are mostly bar girls and bar guys getting off work, and occasionally some guests planning to dine. Our bar has a group of regulars; the third-floor restaurant also requires reservations and generally doesn’t accept walk-ins, so…”

As Yvonne Quinn was speaking, Charles Sutton came swaggering over with a roguish grin, arm in arm with Mark Shaw. Behind them, the burly Hagen crossed his arms, following closely like a bodyguard. The three of them walked together with an intimidating air, causing people nearby to quickly step aside.

Yvonne Quinn hurried over to meet them, quietly scolding in a dissatisfied tone, “Little brother, mind your image. You’ll scare off our regulars looking like that.”

After speaking, she turned back to explain to Hagen, “Sir, we weren’t able to get blue lobster tonight.”

Hagen grinned widely, “That’s for the best, I don’t want to eat porcelain lobster anyway.”

Yvonne Quinn was momentarily stunned, her face flushing with embarrassment. Charles Sutton laughed heartily and called to the two behind him, “Let’s eat on the terrace, it’s quiet there. Come on.”

Yvonne Quinn opened her mouth a few times but didn’t know how to explain. Hmm, I was just planning—how could this foreigner know we intended to make porcelain lobster? So strange.

While she was pondering, a black Mercedes silently pulled up by the curb. As soon as it stopped, a young man in a black suit jumped out, respectfully placed his hand on the roof, opened the back door, and welcomed out a slightly portly middle-aged businessman.

This middle-aged man, dressed head to toe in designer brands and sporting a beer belly, got out of the car, swept a proud glance around, and did his best to radiate “I am very successful” with his body language. When he saw Yvonne Quinn at the door, his eyes lit up and he called out in a gruff voice, “Xiao Qian, what’s the signature dish for dinner tonight?”

The elevator doors closed, the last thing visible was Charles Sutton’s back. Yvonne Quinn walked up to the middle-aged man and greeted him, “Director Mason, your table is ready, same spot as always, table 8. Please wait a moment, the elevator will be down soon.”

As she approached this “Director Mason”, Yvonne Quinn subtly used her body to block the view of Charles Sutton and the others. “Director Mason”’s eyes flashed as he quickly glanced at the closed elevator doors, but he didn’t pause and followed Yvonne Quinn toward the elevator.

Inside the closed elevator, Hagen suddenly remarked, “Feels like a scene from ‘The Godfather,’ really does. I wonder how many times they’ve watched that movie.”

The group walked briskly, never looking back. The comment was abrupt, and Mark Shaw asked curiously, “What? What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

Charles Sutton smirked, “He’s saying, this place not only has a lot of peasant entrepreneurs, but also a lot of peasant mobsters?”

“Where? Where?” Mark Shaw pressed, full of curiosity.

“Here. And there’s even a fourth floor?” The elevator display showed it was descending from the fourth floor. When Director Mason saw the elevator floor indicator flashing, he immediately exclaimed, “Xiao Qian, why have you never invited me up there? What’s on the fourth floor?”

Yvonne Quinn smiled calmly, “Just the elevator lobby. A few sheds, in summer it’s our staff changing room… Director Mason, let me introduce you, this is our new assistant Evelyn Lewis. Please look after her in the future. Evelyn Lewis, this is the president of Kunlun Industries, William Mason.”

Director Mason shamelessly took Evelyn Lewis’s hand, giving her a creepy uncle smile, and greeted, “Of course, of course. Ah, such a pretty girl—how old are you this year?”

On the terrace, Mark Shaw shook his head and asked Charles Sutton curiously, “After all these years of market competition, there are still peasant entrepreneurs surviving?”

“Don’t say anything,” Hagen cut off Mark Shaw’s comment, “That man has the scent of fresh blood on him. Very fresh blood.”

Back downstairs, Yvonne Quinn seemed a bit preoccupied. She kept glancing outside, as if waiting for someone.

“Strange, I just checked the guest list—there aren’t any special guests today, but the boss went down to the wine cellar and brought up a barrel of Donna Galli estate red. Over two thousand a bottle. He wouldn’t use that wine to entertain that damn foreigner, would he?”

“Why not just ask the boss?” Evelyn Lewis quietly suggested.

“Good point.” Yvonne Quinn waved to a young man outside. The young man was riding a motorcycle and parked it at the bar entrance.

“You’re late today,” Yvonne Quinn said sternly. “Go change your clothes quickly. Stand with Xiao Liu for a while. When Director Thompson from Tianyun arrives, have Xiao Liu accompany Director Thompson upstairs.”

Yvonne Quinn absentmindedly walked toward the elevator. Evelyn Lewis glanced at the elevator doors by chance and noticed the elevator was stopped on the third floor.

The young man who had just entered had already changed into a security guard uniform and returned to the entrance. He reached out his hand and introduced himself enthusiastically, “Samuel Young, part-time security here. I saw Assistant Lewis yesterday, but you didn’t notice me.”

“Part-time security?” Evelyn Lewis asked back, “How can there be such a thing as a part-time security guard?”