Connor chimed in, "It's my eldest sister. She's here too and spotted us when we parked."
Chloe took a sip of her soup. "So, what's she want with you?"
Connor replied, "I'll head over to her private dining room for a bit; you keep enjoying your meal."
Chloe set her spoon down. "I'll tag along."
Connor gave Chloe's shoulder a reassuring pat. "No need, just keep eating. I’ll be back before you know it."
"Don't sweat it. This is my turf; she can't pull anything here."
Connor's eyes steeled with determination. "Plus, I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Chloe had faith in Connor. After all, Jeffery had just given Claire a stern punishment yesterday. Surely, she wouldn't stir up any trouble now.
Connor left the room and rode the elevator up to private dining room number 8. Inside, there was only one person—Claire.
"Big sis, is there something you need from me?" he asked.
Claire, eyeing the tall figure in the doorway, started, "Little brother, your Pure White is thriving, almost on par with The Garden now. It's such a shame Amelia, that poor girl, couldn't stick around to enjoy the good times."
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