Lianne Lianne was laughing and chatting with Sophie Sheridan, her face relaxed and her smile radiant.
Ethan Sinclair averted his gaze and ascended the stairs with calm elegance. His expression became tranquil, almost solemn, his noble bearing radiating a dignity that tolerated no disrespect.
The manager glanced at Lianne for three seconds before looking back at Ethan Sinclair. The man wore a pair of immaculate, handcrafted Oxford shoes, their British gentlemanly style gleaming and distinguished.
Although Mr. Sinclair was well-mannered and exceedingly suave, he possessed the unmistakable intimidating aura of a superior. No one dared to question him.
The manager had originally intended to lead Ethan Sinclair to the most private large suite, but the magnate had changed plans at the last minute, opting to dine in the public area on the second floor.
