Rainie's POV
The boss and the accompanying officials followed along, making their way to the second-floor private room.
Despite the bustling atmosphere, I could distinctly hear the sound of my own heartbeat. When Alexander's icy gaze swept over my face, I felt the temperature drop by ten degrees.
"Rainie, what are you daydreaming about? Your hands are turning red, and you don't even seem to notice the pain," scolded Peter as he pulled a tissue from the table to wipe my hands.
I managed a weak smile and replied, "It's nothing, I've only heard about these elders in passing. Today, I'm getting an eye-opener."
"It's not surprising. This restaurant has been around for a century, and it has maintained its quality all these years. Celebrities often dine here," Ben said with a gentle smile.
