Chapter 61: The Order

Just as emotions were reaching a boiling point, a security guard approached the tense group, eyeing them warily. "Sorry, gentlemen, but we can't have any disturbances here," he said firmly, addressing Ambrose and Jonathan.

Ambrose raised his hands in a placating gesture. "No fighting here," he assured calmly, his voice steady despite the tension. He turned away from Jonathan and walked towards the table the hostess had pointed out earlier.

The cab driver hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the commotion, then followed Ambrose quietly to the table. He took a seat across from Ambrose, unsure of what to make of the situation unfolding.

Jonathan, still visibly agitated, watched Ambrose and the cab driver walk away. He clenched his fists for a moment longer before reluctantly sitting back down, shooting a last glare in Ambrose's direction.

As Ava reluctantly sat down, she couldn't shake off the overwhelming guilt gnawing at her. Her gaze shifted between her food and Ambrose, who sat a