Larissa and Aster turned their faces away and ignored Wendy. Their expressions of disdain were obvious.

"Hmph!" Wendy tossed her napkin in annoyance. She grabbed her bag and stood up, gritting her teeth. "I'm going to the restroom!"

The restrooms in the restaurant were separated by gender, but the sinks outside were shared.

When Wendy came out, there was a man who looked like a Caldorian washing his hands at the sink.

After living in Aldovia for some time, she had long passed the phase of striking up conversations with random Caldorians. These days, she would not even look twice at the faces of unfamiliar people.

Still, this man caught her attention for one reason.

In this fast-food restaurant, no one was dressed as well as he did. Wearing a well-fitted suit, the man had a neat tie on. His black leather shoes were gleaming.

Having worked in the hotel industry for many years, Wendy had seen her fair share of distinguished guests. Although the man's clothes had no logo, it