They couldn’t be more obvious! Don’t they know that we’re all billionaires here on Briland, and this isn’t how we roll?
“Actually, those bodyguards belong to the duke’s special guest. They did a whole sweep of the restaurant before the party arrived.
They even searched my walk-in freezer. See that Chinese fellow seated at the end of the table?”
“Oh, I didn’t even notice him! Am I supposed to know who he is?”
That’s Alfred Shang
“He looks like their chauffeur. Doesn’t he look like that guy that use to drive Jane Wyman around in Falcon Crest?”
What’s his name again?
From what I hear, that chauffeur is the most powerful man in Asia.
It was only then that Bettina noticed three tan, well-built men in fitted white T-shirts and black Kevlar pants sitting at the adjacent table. The guys weren’t eating but sat watchfully, sipping glasses of seltzer water.
Bettina squinted through her Dior Extase sunglasses at the portly, balding, seventy-something Asian man dressed in a nondescript white shortsleeved golf shirt and gray trousers.