The sight of Denvor's smile left a bad taste in Marcus' mouth. He had never heard of a shareholder named Mr. Loch before.
The other party had leered at Blowen. Thus, Marcus purposely picked a table that was far away from Denvor. However, Elowen would sneak glances at the man by the window when Marcus wasn't looking.
Although Denvor looked like a donkey, the way he was slowly eating and drinking red wine under the golden rays of the sun made him look somewhat decent.
Halfway through their meal, a waiter walked over to their table and said politely, "Miss, Mr. Loch would like to express his apologies. He picked a song for you..."
As he spoke, he handed her a glossy name card. "He also gave this small gift to make up for the inconvenience caused."
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