7 p.m., dusk.
Pei Guode Hotel on the 27th floor, room 2740.
Starbucks had finished her own dinner and wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief.
The meals were always plentiful, and tonight, she had roasted squab, mashed potatoes, rice, sweet salad vegetables, and some unnamed vegetable broth, accompanied by a small dish of red petite fruits and a steaming latte for dessert.
The hotel's staff had a dedicated kitchen to separately prepare their work meals and dinners, which were not made with leftover ingredients but with specially purchased ones.
Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the deep black slowly pushed back the sunlight. Clouds moved east, with blue lightning flickering within.
Rain was on the way.
She clasped her hands over her chest in silent gratitude for Wei Tianyang changing her destiny that night. Then, she picked up the pure gold tray and left the room.
