Yuri Sinclair rushed to the location he was told through his Bluetooth earpiece, arriving just as evening fell. It was the perfect time for dinner.
When the luxury car pulled up in front of a quaint, traditional-style restaurant, two men immediately jumped out. One began pushing Yuri Sinclair's wheelchair, while the other acted as his security.
The hostess at the restaurant's entrance was captivated by their arrival. Even though all three men wore sunglasses, their handsomeness was undeniable. A shy blush, like a rosy cloud, spread across her face. Even the greeting she had recited thousands of times now came out haltingly.
"Wel... Welcome."
"Hey, that guy looks like the Third Prince, don't you think? Could it be him?"
"You're overthinking it. Why would the Third Prince come to a place like this?"
