As Cynthia entered, the manager quickly reacted and warmly welcomed her, "Miss Shannon, you're here."
Cynthia nodded slightly, glancing around. The manager's eyes rolled, "Old Mr. Quinn is in the VIP room. Shall I take you there?"
Cynthia was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected presence of her grandfather. She smiled politely, a hint of indifference in her tone, "No need, I have an appointment with someone else."
With that, she took a step forward, as if recalling something, she reminded the manager beside her, "Don't mention that I've been here to anyone."
"Understood, you can rest assured."
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Cynthia thought she had gone unnoticed, unaware that Old Mr. Louise's confidant had reported everything they saw and heard to him in every detail.
"Are you saying that the manager of Le Meurice personally came out to welcome her?" Old Mr. Louise set down his teacup and raised his eyes to look at the butler beside him.