At Yardley Dining, Felix entered the private room to find George already sipping on some soup.

"Don't mind me, Mr. Zeller. I just couldn't resist having a couple of spoonfuls," George said.

Felix made no comment. Seeming frustrated, he asked, "Did we really have to have lunch together at noon?"

"Of course! After the concert, I'm heading back to Yartford tonight. You have no idea when you'll return to Yartford, so we need to catch up!" George replied.

Then, as if remembering something, he added, "I have a friend coming too. Someone I consider a brother. His background is even more prominent than mine. Is that alright with you?"

Felix picked up the bowl in front of him and took a sip before responding, "Since you've already decided for me, what can I say?"

He knew George meant well. After all, anyone George regarded as a close brother had to be someone significant. Besides, having more friends meant more connections.

But although the world was supposed to work that way, Felix f