“What is it? Did you see someone you know?” Having been with Zachary for a while, Charlotte understood him down to the T. She knew every meaning behind each of his glances or hand gestures.
“I guess.” He carried her all the way to her seat.
The medical staff helped the children to their seats. Even Fifi had her own dedicated spot.
The restaurant manager brought a waiter along with deference and great enthusiasm.
Zachary was in the midst of placing his order when Ben hurried over and whispered in his ear. The former frowned, merely responding with another hand gesture.
Without further ado, Ben arranged for a dozen elite bodyguards to guard the surroundings with heightened vigilance. The other six remained in the restaurant with them.
Charlotte felt utterly uneasy at the situation.
Although Zachary was a big shot in his company, he would keep a low profile when spending time with family. But the arrangement then was evidently over-the-top.
“Daddy, what happened?” Even Robbie had noticed.
“It’s nothing,” Zachary said softly, patting Robbie’s head. “There’s a children’s play area in that corner. Take your brother and sister there to play. We’ll call you when the appetizer’s here.”
“All right.” Robbie nodded. He turned to his siblings and said, “Jamie, Ellie, let’s go play over there.”
“Okay!”
The children slid down from their chairs and ran to the play area with their stubby legs.
Three medical staff and four bodyguards automatically followed after them in caution.
“What’s going on?” Charlotte questioned uneasily.
“It’s my aunt’s yacht.” Zachary furrowed his brows.
“Huh?” Charlotte blanched in an instant. Those three days spent in captivity were the most terrifying experience she’d ever gone through. Just a brief recollection would make her hair stand.
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