Dinner Invitation at Lily's House

As he walked back through the entrance, the attendant greeted him with a slight bow. "Hello, boss," he said, his tone deferential.

Noah gave him a firm nod. "Make sure my mother never finds out I'm the owner," he instructed, his voice low. "But I want her to be treated with the utmost respect. She's worked hard to get here, and no one has the right to diminish that."

The attendant's eyes gleamed with understanding, and he nodded. "Understood, sir. And if anyone so much as whispers about her connection to you, I'll make sure you hear about it immediately. With proof, if needed."

Noah's gaze sharpened, pleased by the man's enthusiasm. "Good," he said, slipping a hundred-dollar bill into the attendant's hand. "Consider this a retainer for your hard work."

The man's smile widened as he pocketed the tip. "Thank you, boss. I'll be your eyes and ears in this place, rest assured."