The person who greeted us was Alwin Zellweger. I had met him at a party before, but we never really interacted beyond that.
Six people stood at the door, a mix of men and women. Judging from their clothes, they were all people of high status.
Alwin took a step inside and joined in the fun. "Fate must have brought us together. Let's not split into two rooms! Well dine at the same table instead. Manager, please make your arrangements."
As he spoke, he beckoned for the others to come in.
People like him who were ignorant of boundaries were annoying. Considering that we were all from the business circle, we could not refuse him. After all, we couldn't possibly get mad at a smiling face.
The manager, on the other hand, was respectful of the sudden request. He looked at Freya and asked for her permission at the door. After getting her agreement, he turned around and left.
Alwin respectfully invited Santiago to a seat next to me. The accompanying women sat in the middle while the others sat next to each other. They would whisper to each other from time to time. Judging from their gazes, it was obvious they were talking about me.
I shook my head helplessly. As I was about to continue eating with plans to leave as soon as I was done, Freya nudged me.
I turned and saw Freya raising her chin and pointing at my phone.
The next second, my phone screen lit up. I had gotten a Whatsapp message.
"That woman seems to be Hannah Gavlin, Eddison's only daughter. It looks like someone had planned to set Santiago and Hannah up."
Hannah Gavlin.
I repeated the name in my head unconsciously.
If that was the case, I was in the way of Hannah's plan. It was no wonder I felt a chill in their presence.
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