“Come whenever you want. This restaurant is yours, anyway.
Arielle was about to thank him when Vinson raised a hand to stop her. “Save it if you're going to thank me again. I've heard it so many times over the course of this meal that I'm sick of it.”
As he spoke, he stuck his fingers into his ears.
Arielle burst out laughing. “What kind of person does not like receiving thanks?”
As she spoke, her phone, which was on the table, rang.
With a glance at the screen, Arielle was informed that Larissa was calling.
She glanced at Vinson before picking up. “What is it?” she asked without hesitation.
Larissa told her everything about the people who had turned up to the wake. “Has she gone crazy?” Arielle asked with a hopeful smile.
“I'm pretty sure she was cross-eyed. I don't think it was an act, though. It looks like this has really hit her hard. Be careful, Ms. Arielle.”
“I know.” Arielle nodded. “Aside from that, did anything peculiar happen?”
“There's one more thing, but I'm not sure if I should tell you.”
“Speak.”
“Uh... I heard Mr. Actonward telling your father that you saved his life at the Actonward residence. It should be a good thing, but Mr. Southall looked a bit strange after being told
about that...”
Arielle's face fell. “I know,” she repeated before hanging up.
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