The Owner of Whitelist Restaurant
Leon didn't enter. Instead, he said calmly, "Call out your owner."
His voice wasn't loud.
It carried no anger, nor did it contain any trace of arrogance.
Yet the instant those words left his lips, the lively atmosphere inside the Whitelist Restaurant seemed to pause for the briefest moment.
The waiter, who had just welcomed the three with a practiced smile, blinked in surprise.
For a heartbeat, he simply stared at Leon.
The young man before him possessed an extraordinary bearing unlike anyone he had ever met. His shoulder-length black hair rested neatly against the midnight robes embroidered with elegant amethyst patterns. His purple eyes were calm and unfathomable, giving the impression of a tranquil lake whose true depth could never be measured.
Standing quietly behind him were two breathtaking young women.
