Chen Yingjie couldn't help but shiver; women were terrifying, and he wanted to return to the rescue team.
"Let's go!" Tonight she would meet Sheng Ning.
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The dinner with the Duke of Westminster was arranged at a floating restaurant in the Manhattan District. The other party had lavishly booked the entire restaurant, and sitting at the elegantly decorated table, one could overlook the Atlantic's sunset glow.
The vibrant sunset stained half the sky red, with fiery clouds forming various shapes in the sky, their beauty breathtaking. Especially when watching the sun set on the horizon, it captivated people, making them reluctant to leave.
The charm of the floating restaurant lay precisely in this—irreplicable, unique.
The Duke of Westminster arrived early; he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
Amber personally oversaw everything, strictly demanding that all dishes and services in the restaurant adhere to British royal standards.
