A moment later, Stella Sterling got up to leave the lounge.
As she opened the door, she instinctively glanced back inside.
She saw that Roman Rhodes had already returned to his seat, his back to her. He had crossed his long legs and was leisurely sipping his tea.
It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Stella Sterling's lips twitched. She adjusted her mask and left the lounge.
Instead of heading to the parking lot, she took a casual stroll along the cultural district's pedestrian path, her eyes fixed on the museum's exit.
About forty minutes later, Roman Rhodes and Curator Ashton emerged from the museum, walking side by side.
They shook hands, deep in conversation.
A broad smile was plastered on Curator Ashton's face; they had clearly enjoyed their discussion.
Before long, Roman Rhodes started strolling toward the parking area.
