Half an hour later.
A Maybach stopped beside the cabin.
Cheryl Garnasi got out from the passenger seat, accompanied by a white man in his twenties, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, looking tall and handsome.
Cheryl Garnasi hugged his shoulder, "Darling, don't worry.
Lilith said the police have caught the thief who stole the necklace and found the Star of the Sea."
The white man nodded, "Sweetheart, a necklace is nothing; you are the most important thing to me.
I'm not worried about the necklace, I'm afraid for your safety."
"Darling, you're so good to me." Cheryl Garnasi smiled sweetly, dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth.
The white man patted her head and looked at the cabin ahead, "Is this the place?"
"That's right, I came here last time when watching the horse race and had a drink here; the Western-style decor is interesting."
"Why choose here for the conversation?"
