At Jeremy''s side.


    After leaving Ste''s office, Jeremy immediately received a call from Caius, who was on about the ring again.


    Jeremy had flipped his mood too quickly yesterday, making Caius suspect whether the ring ended up with Ken or not.


    Jeremy asked, "Where are you right now?"


    "At home. Youing over to deliver it?"


    Deliver what? That ring was long gone, vanished into thin air. Was he expected to rummage through andfill?


    "I''ll be right there," with those words, Jeremy hung up.


    Half an hourter, Jeremy pulled up at Caius''s ce, where Caius demanded, "Where''s the ring?"


    "Get in the car."


    Caius questioned, "Where is my ring?"


    Jeremy assured, "I''m taking you to it."


    Caius, now fuming with suspicion, thought Jeremy might have indeed given the ring to Ken. Exasperatedly, he got into the car, ready to confront Jeremy if the ring wasn''t retrieved today. Caius was expecting to head to Ken''s, but the route Jeremy took was unfamiliar.


    "This isn''t the way to Ken''s. Where are we going?"


    "You''ll see soon enough."


    Caius said, "Did you sell my ring?"


    Jeremy was at his wit''s end with Caius and preferred to keep silent.


    After an hour''s drive, they stopped in front of a cozy-looking café, greeted politely by the server, "Mr. Patel."


    "Which room is Mr. Quinn in?"


    The server''s expression stiffened at the words; he was clearly ufortable as he nced at Jeremy.


    Jeremy slipped a few bills towards the server, "No worries, I won''t make it hard for you."


    "I really couldn''t..."


    The café, while serene on the outside, was well-known among its staff for its formidable owner, Ronald. Even the mention of his associate, Idris, was enough to instill fear. Their loyalty to Ronald was unshakeable. Overhearing the name "Mr. Quinn", Caius was visibly shocked, pondering if it was the influential figure he was thinking of.


    The server apologetically returned the money to Jeremy, "I''m so sorry, Mr. Patel."


    Jeremy knitted his brows, "Then I''ll find him myself."


    "That''s not possible." The server blocked his path.


    Jeremy''s re intensified.


    The server stated, "I can inform him for you, but you can''t just barge in."


    If they allowed that, the café staff knew there would be hell to pay.


    Ronald was meeting someone today, with Idris present.


    The server approached and ryed the message to Idris in a low voice, "Idris, Mr. Patel is here to see Mr. Quinn."


    Idris''s demeanor darkened upon hearing Jeremy was here. ncing at Ronald, who was engaged in conversation with someone with gray hair, he instructed curtly, "Make him wait."


    Idris knew since Jeremy came here specially for a meeting, he wouldn''t leave resignedly.


    The server nodded and left.


    Taking a look at Ronald, Idris approached and informed, "Sir, Mr. Patel has arrived." Ronald remainedposed at his words, picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip.


    His phone, lying on the rattan table, buzzed with a message.


    He nced at the phone; it was from Ste.


    "What should I have for lunch, Ronald?" followed by a pitiful emoji.


    Even through the screen, Ronald could sense Ste''s pleading demeanor.


    Ignoring Idris, Ronald held his phone to reply to Ste.