Good thing I didn't order the mushrooms, otherwise I'd have to waste this dish... I thought I was over my mushroom phobia, but that smell in the letter just now triggered me again... Klein's expression quickly returned to normal. He withdrew his left hand, picked up the glass beside him, and downed the ice water in two gulps.
"Another one, please." He turned his head as if nothing had happened and instructed the waiter standing by the service room door.
At the same time, he pressed his hand against his stomach, slowly rose, murmured an apology, and walked toward the private restroom in the box.
The restroom was opposite the dedicated service room, on either side of the door.
Hidden inside the cabinet, Fors heard the footsteps approach and the restroom door close. She couldn't help leaning close to Xio's ear again and whispered with amusement: "The second time!
"They've only been in this box for a little over half an hour, and Dwayne Dantès has gone to the restroom for the second time!
"The first time was obviously to pee. If this time is the same, then it means this gentleman's kidneys, bladder, or prostate aren't doing too well.
"He's out, he's out. It really was just a pee. Tsk, he seems to drink a lot of water and goes to the restroom often. Ah, even the rich have it hard. Especially good-looking rich people!"
Xio rolled her eyes at her friend: "That has nothing to do with you.
"Get serious, stay focused, we're on a mission!
"Also, the bodyguard of that councilor Macht seems quite skilled. He might be a Beyonder. We need to be very careful."
Fors had to suppress her urge to gossip. She shrank back and said: "They're all guarding outside the door, never expecting someone to come through the wall. Not professional at all... Fine, we'll talk about it when we get back."
Meanwhile, Klein had already returned to the table and taken his seat.
He took a sip of ice water, followed by a sip of white wine, and said with a smile to Councilor Macht: "It's been almost two months since I came to
He used a joking tone to hint at his willingness to get involved in the arms trade.
Councilor Macht stroked his glass and said warmly: "I understand. I went through that phase myself.
"How much capital can you still put up? I can introduce you to some friends to collaborate with."
Klein replied calmly: "For now, I can spare at most twenty thousand pounds."
"You're richer than I imagined," Councilor Macht remarked with feeling.
Before Dwayne Dantès could be modest, he added casually: "Didn't you buy three percent of Coym Company's shares before? You can use that to get at least ten thousand pounds in loans. That should ease your cash crunch."
Klein sighed with a smile: "I've already donated those shares to the Church, to set up a scholarship fund for the poor."
"Donated to the Church?" Macht hadn't seen the clergy of St. Samuel Church today, and since he was out, he hadn't received the invitation, so he didn't know about this.
Madam Liana and Hazel, who were enjoying their meal, also looked up and instinctively turned their gazes toward Dwayne Dantès.
At their social level, among their close friends, there were not a few who could come up with ten thousand pounds in cash, but very few could afford to donate that much directly. And among those few, perhaps not one would be willing to do so.
No, now there was one: Dwayne Dantès.
"Yes." Klein nodded as usual. "If it weren't for the Goddess's protection, I would have died long ago in the chaotic Southern Continent. When I was young, if I had had the chance to go to school and study, my life might have been completely different. I want to give those children who yearn to change their fate some hope."
"Your character is as admirable as your generosity," Madam Liana said sincerely, putting down her knife and fork. Hazel also nodded almost imperceptibly, her gaze toward Dwayne Dantès softening.
Seeing that her parents were chatting with him about charitable matters, she excused herself from the table and walked toward the restroom, her right hand casually pressing against her stomach.
When she reached the door, she was about to turn right when she suddenly twisted her head and looked toward the cabinet in the service room.
Her brow furrowed slightly, showing a hint of confusion, but then she withdrew her gaze, turned the doorknob, and entered the restroom.
After washing her hands and coming out, Hazel seemed to have forgotten that oddity. She touched the necklace at her chest and returned to the table.
Once the dishes and desserts were finished, dinner came to an end. The four of them left the box, accompanied by their respective servants, and met up with the two bodyguards outside, ready to go home.
Just then, Hazel suddenly stopped and said: