The resting lounge was akin to a luxurious hotel room. A huge chandelier hung on the ceiling. A 146-inch thin television took up the entire space of the wall and opposite it was velvety sectional sofas, giving off the vibes of a home theater. Not only that, there was also a bar lounge where Mr. Agenor's proud collection of wines sat, sitting inside the glass cabinet like a war trophy.
Zion's footsteps were muffled due to the thick carpet. He instantly made his way to the sofa and plopped himself down, crossing one leg atop of the other in a regal pose akin to a royalty. And when Lu Yizhou stepped in following him, the door was abruptly slammed behind him followed by a click.
"I—I'm sorry. Truly, I am very sorry!" The waiter cried out again and again, his voice and footsteps gradually sinking away until only heavy silence dragged on between the two men locked inside.
