Bettina huffed, although secretly, she was rather impressed by people with big title.
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.
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 suits and heirloom tiaras, but when they traveled, they looked so painfully frumpy.
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?
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 said with mockery after noticing the three bodyguards.
Julie pointed at the man seating not far from the bodyguards.
Bettina squinted at the portly, balding, seventy-something Asian man dressed in a nondescript white short-sleeved golf shirt and grey trousers.
Bolo vytvorených viac ako 30 miliónov storyboardov