After glancing at the men, Charlotte’s frown deepened. She dismissed them with a flick of her fingers.
“It’s not them?” Peter uttered in disbelief.
“Just leave,” growled Lupine.
Peter led the hosts out hastily. He came in alone afterward and asked wearily, “Ms. Lindberg, those were the hosts who matched your description.”
“Maybe he change his clothes?” Lupine suggested.
“That might be possible. I’ll go look for him again.” Peter was about to leave when Charlotte stopped him.
“Wait!”
“Yes?” replied Peter as he came to a stop by the door.
“Could it be that he’s not a host here?”
Charlotte thought back to the man. He doesn’t seem like a lowly host…
“If he isn’t a host, why would he be wearing a mask?” Peter refuted.
He continued, “Our clients are mostly wealthy people and business owners. The others are higher-ups in their companies. They want to relax here, served by our hosts and hostesses. None of them will wear masks.”
He added, “Besides, our hosts have received strict training before starting work. Everyone has their own personality and character. Some of them don’t even look like hosts and can pass off as domineering presidents. That’s their concept.”
Peter stopped and studied Charlotte carefully, afraid of offending her.
Charlotte said nothing and drank her wine coolly.
“Keep looking,” Lupine commanded and made a gesture.
“Understood!” Peter left to carry out her order.
Slowly, the bottle of wine reached its bottom. Charlotte lost her patience and flung her glass out abruptly.
Crash!
Startled, the servers in the room dashed aside.
Charlotte wiped her hands clean and stood up with her coat in her arms.
Lupine and Morgan flanked her while the other bodyguards followed closely.
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