Chapter 613

James left Transgenerational,

He went to a random food stall, ordering some food and some beer. He enjoyed his meal and beer

alone,

He was enjoying a rare moment of peace when his phone chimed with a message.

He read the message,

“Hi, it‘s Zion Lloyd. Together with my wife Louisa Zahn, I‘ve opened a steamboat restaurant in Old

Town. It‘s launching on the end of September, and we‘d love for you to attend! The address is Old

Town, 54, Sand King Road. The name of the restaurant is Dragonair Steamboat. This is a mass

message. Sorry for any inconvenience caused,”

When he read the message, James was stunned.

“Zion‘s opened a restaurant?”

Zion was his classmate and best friend in high school,

He remembered that Zion was poor. When he was a young boy, his dad died in a car crash, leaving his

mom to raise him.

“Since it‘s Zion‘s place, I‘ll be there.”

James muttered to himself.

He checked the calendar on his phone.

II was the 1st today. Tomorrow, it would be the 2nd.

He called Zion.

“J James.”

The voice on the other end stuttered.

James smiled, “It‘s the launch of your restaurant tomorrow, right?”

“Y yes.”

“Get me a table.”

“G got it. No problem at all.”

James hung up

He continued eating.

After his meal, he visited Henry at the hospital.

He did not contact Thea.

Since Thea wanted to divorce him, it was best to avoid her now. There would be time after a few days.

James spent the whole afternoon at the military hospital.

The next day. James was waiting for a cab at the side of the road, Zane hurried up to him. “I‘ve finally

managed to track you down.” When James saw Zane, he frowned. “Why are you here again?” “James,

please. Cynthia insists that you attend. Please, I beg you, just drop by briefly. If you don‘t make it,

Cynthia would be devastated.”

“What has that got to do with me?” James ignored him and flagged a cab down. “James!”

Zane shouted. James was long gone.

Zane got into another cab and ordered, “Follow that car.”

James arrived at Old Town.

He located Dragonair Steamboat. Sand King Road was part of the Old Town. It was more affordable

living here than in the city.

Zion‘s place was quite expansive. It was three stories, and each was about 500–600 square meters. In

total, the place was about two thousand square meters.

As it was still early, the restaurant was quiet. Zion was in a suit, giving orders to the men who were

delivering floral arrangements. “Put the flowers there. This bonsai should go there.” James

approached. Zion spotted him. “James.” Zion walked up to James immediately, his face alight with joy.

“You‘re early!” James had helped Zion out of a few tight spots back at Dragon Fountain Villa, and Zion

was very grateful.

James smiled. “I have too much time on my hands, so I thought I‘d drop by earlier and help you out.”