Chapter 83 Billionaire's Lies

Benedict adjusted his cuff links for the third time in front of the mirror. The navy-colored suit he had picked fit to perfection, making his broad shoulders and sharp frame a perfect outline. Tonight felt different; tonight was different for him because this wasn't just another business engagement, not for him, at least. He looked at his nightstand clock. He was running close to departure time. As Benedict walked into La Rosa Vinea, he came across the restaurant softly lit. Some soft melody of a piano could be heard along with the delicate tones intertwined with the low-hued murmur of conversation in the restaurant. The hostess there welcomed him politely and took him to the table by the window through which the bright glittering cityscape was in full display in all the evening splendor.