Griffon led Taya to the top floor of the hotel. It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a panoramic view of the nighttime scenery. He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them. The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu. Griffon took it and placed it in front of Taya. “What do ...