The sharp gaze of the bodyguards made the passersby leave tactfully.
Halfway through the meal, Emma Benson and Kaitlyn Webb were chatting and laughing when they suddenly felt the window darken, as if someone had blocked the glass.
"Knock knock—" As Emma Benson turned her head, the window glass sounded twice. She looked closely and saw a tall man standing outside.
It was Michael Greenwood!
"Michael?..." Emma Benson widened her eyes, not expecting to encounter him. The three bodyguards of the Benson Family were standing in the corridor and obviously recognized Michael Greenwood, so they didn't stop him from approaching the window.
Michael Greenwood smiled slightly. Although the soundproofing of the floor-to-ceiling window was substantial, he still knew from the shape of her lips that she had called his name.
"Coming in?" Emma Benson also tapped on the window. The man lightly nodded in agreement, then turned and walked to the side.
