The red high-heeled shoes that the beauty wore under the table scratched Luis' legs. Luis sat gracefully in the armchair, gently shaking the goblet in his hand, with a shallow arc on his lips, and his ambiguous eyes lingered on her chest.

"Oh!" Grace sneered, turned back and whispered to Logan, "Logan, let's change restaurants."

Logan hesitated, nodded and said, "OK."

They turned to leave, Grace was in a hurry, and didn't want Luis to find herself. At this time, two guests came head-on and greeted Luis eagerly, "President Scott, what a coincidence?"

Grace wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. Luis had turned around and saw Grace....