Griffon led Taya to the top floor of the hotel.
It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a
panoramic view of the nighttime scenery.
He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a
group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them.
The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and
leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He
leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu.
Griffon took it and placed it in front of Taya. “What do you
want to eat, Taya?”
Taya opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in
French, she looked a bit constipated.
She couldn’t understand it at all. A subconscious trace of
embarra*sment appeared on her fair face, and her flustered
hands tucked her hair behind her hair.
Griffon, who w
