Chapter 149 A Banquet Full of Traps

• Charlotte took a cab to the Shuiyue Restaurant. The place leaned hard into traditional style. The second she stepped out, a server in a cheongsam with a gentle, refined air came over and murmured, “Hello, do you have a reservation?”
• Charlotte had just left the hospital. She wore a plain trench coat and slacks, a touch of fatigue still on her face, yet her cool, unworldly grace warned people not to underestimate her.
• “Quintus,” she said flatly.