Joann's POV
We arrived at a restaurant; the environment and setup were breathtaking, just where a trillionaire should have his meal.
We walked in as the security bowed to greet us. It was empty, and I wasn't surprised.
I bet Zein must have made a reservation since it didn't look like a restaurant from the outside; it seemed like a private place only those who walk on money would know.
There were candlelights, soft music, and aesthetic lights, like the place was set up for a proposal.
Zein walked to a table and pulled a chair, ushering me to sit, which I did. The waiter soon came in with our meal.
"Enjoy your meal, " he said, bowing slightly, and walked away.
"Dig in," Zein said, pointing to the mouthwatering meal in front of me, but I didn't say a word.
"Sorry if
