Maxim Sinclair picked up the small covered bowl from the tray, put it aside, and casually asked Tina Huxley, "What's in this bowl?"
"It's just a bowl of clear porridge. You know, this bar is affiliated with our family hotel. I had the hotel kitchen specially make a late-night snack according to your taste. What's the matter? Is there a problem?" Tina glanced at the bar manager still standing in the room, signaling him with her eyes to leave quickly.
The bar manager obediently complied, silently exiting the room.
So, the room was left with only Tina Huxley and Maxim Sinclair.
Tina Huxley sat next to Maxim Sinclair. "I've asked the hotel manager to continue investigating. It's hard to say if they'll find anything immediately. You should eat something first."
"If you're hungry, you eat. I'm not hungry." Maxim ungraciously moved a little further away, increasing the distance between himself and Tina.
