They arrived at one of the best high-end restaurants in town. Chris was looking out of the window, enjoying the view while waiting. He heard the door open and Miya's footsteps. Without turning around, he said quietly, "I'm glad you made it here."
"Mr. Butler, why did you pay for my mum's treatment? I don't want to be in debt to you or anyone."
"You are not. I have my own intentions." He replied without giving her any further explanation.
"What do you mean?" Puzzled, Miya asked him again.
Chris looked at her, smiled, and said, "No worries. I just want to see you and buy you lunch."
"I have no appetite." She refused his offer.
"Ah. It's alright. I do. Two more people are coming, by the way."
"Who?" Miya snapped.
"Take a seat. You will find out soon." Chris stood up, pulled out
