Chapter 373

As night settled over Yannburgh, neon lights flickered to life, and the endless stream of cars flowed like a river through the city. Martin Palmer parked his car in front of the tallest building downtown—World Trade Tower—grabbed the jewelry designs for his client, and headed inside. After confirming his appointment, a staff member led him up to the rooftop restaurant. "Over here." The moment he reached the top floor, he spotted a figure in a white polka-dot dress waving at him from across the room. Martin nodded at the staff member before walking over on his own. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Wren. Traffic was kind of crazy tonight." "It's fine. I got here early anyway. You're right on time," Veronica Wren said, glancing at her watch—it was exactly seven-thirty, just as they’d agreed. Up on the rooftop, a light breeze carried the faint scent of luxury perfume, under a sky filled with stars. "The designer team has just finished the latest drafts for the custom set you ordered. Take