Upon hearing this, Frederick understood.
Leah’s invitation to Spago Beverly Hills wasn’t just for a meal; she was meeting someone, likely Harrison, who had arranged it. She had agreed, made the reservation, and brought him along.
How did she know he was signing the financing contract with Harrison? Where did she get that information? Who told her?
Lost in thought, the manager led them into the restaurant, arriving at the prime table with the best view. A man in his fifties, with blond hair and blue eyes, sat in a chair, facing Orson.
Seeing Frederick and Leah approach, Harrison politely stood and greeted them, “This beautiful lady is the navigator from that night in the Ferrari, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Leah showed little reaction to Harrison's words, but Orson looked res
