Anton casually pulled out his phone, his expression unreadable beneath the dim golden lights of the restaurant.
With practiced ease, he scrolled through his contacts, selected a number, and pressed call.
The line connected almost immediately.
"Check if Larissa Reyes visited Garden Café tonight," he said coldly. "And find out who she met with."
There was no wasted word, no unnecessary explanation.
After giving the order, he ended the call without waiting for a response.
Beside him, Beatrice narrowed her eyes toward the restaurant entrance where Larissa had disappeared moments ago.
She lifted a hand and beckoned a passing waiter.
"You there."
The waiter immediately stopped in his tracks.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
Beatrice tilted her chin elegantly. "The woman who just left the restaurant… she looks like someone my daughter knows. Can you check who she was with?"
The waiter looked visibly confused.
