Vincent Lancaster was following the figure ahead, neither too close nor too distant, and he saw her turn into the garden of the restaurant.
This restaurant was a private dining place, elegantly decorated, with meticulously designed scenery everywhere, and a small open-air garden at the center.
People dining inside the restaurant could come out here for a stroll if they felt stuffy.
However, most of the people who dined here rarely came out; the small garden was the most secluded place, where every sound could be heard clearly.
Vincent Lancaster watched the person he was following enter the small garden and narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
He originally thought she was following him here, but now he realized she didn’t seem to be here for him, which piqued his curiosity.
Vincent Lancaster lightened his steps, trying to gently approach the thick greenery.
As he got closer, a familiar voice came through the thick branches... ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt
"Remember to make the woman in the Bihai private room drink this cup of tea later! If you get the job done, I won’t let you down, and the balance will be credited to your card as promised."
Immediately following was the sound of cautious footsteps leaving.
Vincent Lancaster’s face darkened.
Bihai was the name of a private room in the restaurant; Nina Sinclair had just come out of Bihai!
Vincent Lancaster could have stopped it, but for some reason, he didn’t intervene and quietly left without alerting anyone.
Nina Sinclair returned to the private room and chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Ji for a while longer.
Mr. Ji was very satisfied with Nina Sinclair’s demeanor and eloquence, making him feel he didn’t regret choosing her as a future collaborator.
Seeing that it was getting late, Nina Sinclair stood up to bid farewell and leave.
After she went out, she was planning to find a place to sit and wait, and call Julian Lancaster to come over.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly felt a wave of weakness, as if all her strength was draining away, and she couldn’t even muster the energy to clench her fist.
Nina Sinclair squinted her eyes in confusion and clenched her fist hard.
The feeling of weakness became more pronounced, and she could barely hold her purse, let alone stand up from the chair.
Tonight they had just a simple meal and some tea, without any alcohol.
Just as Nina Sinclair started to feel suspicious, a figure appeared in front of her that she did not expect.
"Nina Sinclair, you have your day too!" A mocking laugh came, and the woman before her looked down condescendingly at Nina Sinclair, her eyes filled with malice, seeming to wish she could tear Nina Sinclair to pieces!
Nina Sinclair’s eyes turned cold, realizing she had been plotted against.
She struggled to raise her head to glance at the woman mocking her, only to find it was actually Sierra Sinclair!
It had been a while since they last met, and Sierra Sinclair looked very haggard, with dark shadows under her eyes and a noticeably thinner frame, her cheeks sunken in, evident that she hadn’t been well lately.
Her clothes were simple and plain, looking utterly unremarkable.
Without the aura of the Sinclair Family’s daughter and without Vincent Lancaster’s support, Sierra Sinclair’s life seemed to have taken a significant downturn.
While Nina Sinclair was staring at Sierra Sinclair, Sierra Sinclair was also looking at Nina Sinclair.
She looked at her with a crazed and resentful gaze, and if looks could kill, Nina Sinclair would have been dead several times over by now.