Harold whispered, “Keep your voice down and lean closer. I’m about to tell you who it is.”
Yolanda leaned in immediately. “Hurry up and tell me.”
Trina was also curious. She dragged her chair closer and leaned toward her grandfather. “Yeah, tell us, Grandpa.”
He looked into their eyes and said, “That person is none other than Master Kieran.”
Yolanda and Trina’s eyes widened in surprise. After all, Kieran was the best painter in the world. Acquiring her paintings was nearly impossible, and they were also remarkably expensive.
Yolanda and Trina never expected the measly tea shop to have the support of one of the most influential figures in the world. They were in disbelief. The former gulped and recalled the way she regarded the receptionist. Then, a subtle fear rose in the older woman’s chest.
“I-It’s a good thing you stopped me earlier, or I would’ve made a huge mistake.”
Harold patted his wife’s shoulder and comforted her, “Although it’s a rumor, it has circulated among the high society circle for a long time. That’s why I think there’s some truth to it. Still, we don’t have to be too nervous. We only need to play it safe.”
Yolanda patted her chest as she began to sweat. She was still a little scared about her improper behavior earlier. She said, “I could’ve easily offended Master Kieran just now. If that happened, our family’s status in high society would fall.
“I’m glad no one heard me earlier. It would’ve been a disaster if someone did and told Master Kieran about it.”
The older couple had tried kissing up to Orson before. Although he was one of the most prestigious painters, he was much lower than Kieran in prominence and reputation. One would even say Kieran was in a different league from Orson.
Trian was shocked when she heard her grandparents’ discussion. She said, “I-If that’s the case, I should keep my mouth shut, too. I don’t want to offend anyone important.”
Harold felt satisfied that his granddaughter had realized it. He added, “In any case, we should always be extra careful.”
Trina nodded. “You’re right, Grandpa.”
At that moment, they saw a chubby man in a suit with a badge that read “Manager.” The short manager left the staff room in a hurry. Even with his short and stout build, he ran as fast as possible. It was as if he was about to miss out on something big if he ran any slower.
“Joe!”
The receptionist who served Harold heard the manager’s yell and quickly ran over. “What’s wrong, Mr. Bailey? Why are you in such a hurry?”
Bailey grabbed Joe’s arm and questioned, “Where is she? Where’s she now? You’ve been standing here for so long! Didn’t you see anything?”
