Chapter 132

Oliver looked away coldly. Peter's stomach began to growl loudly. Angrily, he said, "What are we doing hanging around outside the restaurant? If we're not having lunch, then fetch me back!" "Please come in, Mr. Jefferson Senior." The manager hurriedly beckoned all three of them to enter. Oliver's appearance immediately drew the crowd's attention. Everyone who ate at Essence Bistro was someone who held quite a high status in Zenith City. They all knew who Oliver was. Grace was sticking closely to Oliver as they walked into the restaurant. Her hand gripped Oliver's tightly, and even though the crowd assumed that she was the one who wanted to hold his hand, only Grace knew how sweaty and warm her palm felt as Oliver dragged her along. They finally reached their seat. It was a table situated on the balcony of the third floor. After they sat down, they could clearly see everything downstairs. It was the best seat in the house. The manager was good at picking the best seats. Every ti