Norman, seeing the expressions on their faces, simply let out a short, amused laugh before he spoke again. "If anything happens to it, I will know. Don't worry," he said confidently, as though the matter required no further discussion.
After a brief moment, Asher, William, and Finch exchanged glances and finally nodded, accepting his explanation. The trio silently concluded that whatever the reason was, it likely had something to do with Norman's ability or some personal skill he had yet to reveal.
"If that was the last question, then it was lovely meeting the three of yo—" Norman began, but before he could finish his sentence, Asher suddenly cut him off.
"Who was that assassin who just walked in here?" Asher asked, his voice steady, almost casual, but his question sent a shock through the room.
Finch and William instantly frowned. Neither of them had seen an assassin. They had only seen a waiter.
