Well, that tourist in the red fishing cap is the Duke of Glencora. His party just boated over from Windermere – that’s his Royal Huisman you see mooredoff the coast. Isn’t it the most handsome sailboat you’ve ever seen?”
But the terrace is your prime spot! Why on earth did you let those tourists take up all that space?
I’m not impressed by big boats .
I assume that’s the duke’s security detail?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.You sentThey even searched my walk-in freezer. See that Chinese fellow seated at the end of the table?
Bettina huffed, although secretlyShe was rather impressed by people with big title. From the kitchen window, she surveyed the party assembled on the terrace with new eyes. These aristo British types were such a strange breed. Sure, they had their Savile Row suitsand their heirloom tiaras, but when they traveled, they looked so painfully frumpy.
Oh, I didn’t even notice him! Am I supposed to know who he is?
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.
What’s his name again?
From what I hear, that chauffeur is the most powerful man in Asia.
Bettina squinted through her Dior Extase sunglasses at the portly, balding, seventy-something Asian man dressed in a nondescript white short-sleeved golf shirt and gray trousers
Julie, who was trying to focus on searing a cut of tuna to perfection, shook her head a tight-lipped smile
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