Inside one of the prosperous restaurant of the capital.
Except for the public space on the floor, the Restaurant had VIP rooms above where some customers could have the secrecy they bought for. And in one of the VIP rooms were two people that were focusing more on the talk than the expansive food laid in front of them.
"So how have you been, sister? Your visit to the place went good, I suppose?" The man in the room said.
He was wearing an expensive red coat with a white fluffy undershirt that showed of extravagance with the combination of white linen pants.
"Good? Of course not! It went horrible! That brat had the audacity to tell me where my place is!" The woman sitting opposite to him had a fair skin and if not for the angry look, many would have gazed at her.
This woman was Potonia Quenney, the stepmother to Henry Van Tax, at the moment.
The angry frown on her beautiful face didn't do nothing for the man sitting in front of her.
