An hour passed.
Sampson finished his meal, rose from his booth, and made his way downstairs.
"Mr. Sampson, how was your meal tonight? Any feedback regarding our service or any other aspect of the restaurant?" the manager asked, leading the way with a bow and a carefully crafted smile.
Meanwhile, a girl of remarkable poise got up from her seat.
She was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, leaving only her cool, clear eyes visible.
At just one glance, Sampson, standing on the spiral staircase, was somewhat taken aback. This girl, in both shape and demeanor, reminded him of his sister when she was around seventeen or eighteen.
However, she seemed to have a stronger aura, more attention-grabbing than his sister had been.
"Mr. Sampson?" The manager, noticing Sampson's silence, followed his gaze with a puzzled look.
"Is that young lady a regular here?" Sampson suddenly asked.
The manager quickly recognized Kelly, who was behind him, busy arranging her purse.
