At noon, Arthur and Max arrived at the café ten minutes early. The café was a chic, artistic place—clean, tidy, and tranquil. In the bustling city, many urban white-collar women loved to spend an afternoon here, sipping coffee and reading a book. However, a simple cup of coffee here cost $20, which was considered high for ordinary students. Coming occasionally was fine, but frequent visits required a wealthy family.
Max sat in the café, feeling a bit nervous. Arthur, hiding behind a book, sat in a distant corner. They waited for more than half an hour.
Around 12:30, a Porsche Cayenne slowly pulled up in front of the café. A girl, both familiar and unfamiliar to Arthur, stepped out of the Cayenne. She was quite pretty, wearing a Chanel dress, holding an LV bag, and a Swarovski necklace around her neck. Her outfit was worth a few thousand dollars, though they were basic models of luxury brands. Yet, her expression was as proud as a peacock.