Chapter 837: 420: Thousands of Songs

"Ahhh! Is that the boss?! Mister Gilbert hasn’t appeared publicly in many years! I should go buy a lottery ticket!"The waitresses in line at the front of the restaurant and their manager were excited, eager to rush over and take photos for memories.

The man withdrew his gaze and looked down at the bronze compass in his hand, puzzled, saying, "... The trail is broken."

He walked slowly down the street, hoping the compass would again show the correct direction.

But when the lights went out here, the needle on the compass suddenly spun wildly before coming to a complete stop, and now it oscillated meaninglessly, no longer clearly pointing in the person’s direction.

He calculated very clearly that today a person with great fortune would appear here!

And this person with great fortune was completely incompatible with his aura; he must find this person and destroy their fortune!

In the past, he encountered such situations, but he always resolved them in advance.

But now, he had actually lost track of who that person was.

Mister Gilbert’s pupils suddenly contracted.

His master once said he was still a bit lacking and shouldn’t rush out into the world, but he didn’t believe it.

After all these years, had he finally hit a wall?

A seductive young woman also got out of the middle car, came to Mister Gilbert’s side, took his arm, and said coquettishly, "Mister Gilbert, up ahead is the restaurant with Gilbert cuisine, let’s go in and take a break?"

She was starving and hadn’t had dinner yet.

Mister Gilbert nodded, "Hmm, I came here for dinner."

He lifted his leg and walked toward his restaurant.

Without even glancing at the restaurant staff who were waiting to welcome him at the door, he moved into the restaurant surrounded by his bodyguards, with his woman in tow.

Lawrence Winters withdrew his gaze from the compass in Mister Gilbert’s hand, wondering if this person was Mister Gilbert?

But who was Mister Gilbert?

Was he the owner of this restaurant?

But how could the restaurant owner also be a geomancer master?

Seeing the way that person held the compass, Lawrence Winters knew he was a "fellow traveler."

He seemed competent, at least if that compass in his hand wasn’t a replica, it was indeed a very interesting antique.

But his arrogance seemed to surpass his skills.

Lawrence Winters shrugged and continued to eat his salt fish chicken eggplant stew.

In the restaurant, Mister Gilbert went to the second floor and sat by the window.

He constantly surveyed the crowd around him and occasionally looked at his compass, trying to make it indicate a position again.

But the compass needle swung like a pendulum, swaying continuously.

The coordinates pointed east, then west, veering south for a moment, and then north.

In short, there were no stable coordinates.

"What’s going on? Did I calculate wrong?" Mister Gilbert muttered to himself.

The woman beside him was already happily starting to order food.

Lawrence Winters didn’t know who this person was looking for, he was just subconsciously on alert to the "fellow traveler" here.

While eating, he quietly summed up the situation today.

As far as he knew, the restaurant here was under the control of the "Grant Branch," and the boss who just appeared, Mister Gilbert, looked like a Feng Shui master.

So, by extension, was Mister Gilbert also a Feng Shui master in the Grant Branch?

Then what kind of position did this Mister Gilbert hold within the Grant Branch?

Moreover, he was holding a compass, clearly searching for something or someone.

Judging by the tone of those people, Mister Gilbert rarely came here, which is why everyone was so delighted when he occasionally showed up.

So the question arises, why did he suddenly come here today?

Was he here for a meeting? Or to see someone?

Or perhaps it was just on a whim to dine at his own restaurant?

All were possibilities.

Lawrence Winters squinted his eyes, leisurely eating all the dishes before calling the waitress to pay the bill.

Looking at the waitress whose face was flushed with excitement, he smiled and asked, "Miss, was that person your boss? He seemed quite handsome."

"Yes, yes! He’s not only handsome but also very skilled! He’s a big shot in the Grant Branch and also a guest of the Stetford Family!" the waitress said proudly.

Lawrence Winters was surprised again, "Stetford Family? Which Stetford Family? Are they famous?"

Could it be the Stetford Family he was thinking of?

It turned out to be that very Stetford Family.

The waitress smiled and said, "Which other Stetford Family could it be? Overseas, there is only one Stetford Family! In their presence, the Grant Branch is only worthy of carrying shoes for them!"

Lawrence Winters let out an "Oh," shook his head, and said with a smile, "It’s too complicated, things here are much more complicated than back home. I can’t figure out what these people are actually up to."

"You don’t need to figure it out, even we don’t understand..." the waitress whispered, lowering her voice, "Remember, this isn’t back home. Always remember to protect yourself and don’t meddle in other people’s affairs."

Lawrence Winters nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Miss, I understand!"

With a naivety that made her seem like a high school graduate untouched by the harsh realities of society, though she had already graduated from university.

After paying the bill, she left the restaurant and slowly walked back alone.

The streetlights stretched out her shadow.

She walked alone, a solitary figure:

That song "Thousands of Songs" still drifted along the streets.

"... Parting after farewell, only to suddenly feel the beauty of sorrow.

It was all you, making my thoughts linger long.

When will there be another night as tonight?

In the stillness of watching, let eyes speak positions to each other.

When, someday, raindrops lightly tap on your window.

When the sound of wind disrupts your thoughts, could you spare a moment to think of this old image?

Even if thousands of songs drift on my road.

Even if thousands of evening stars outshine tonight’s moonlight.

None can compare to the beauty of this night, nor can it make me appreciate you more, because tonight we sing together."

Lawrence Winters turned back onto the street of her lodging, passing a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked by the roadside.

The car’s tinted window was half-open, Evan Stetford sat inside, listening to the song drifting from a distance while reading a message on his phone sent by Edward Foster: "Lawrence is coming to your side, has she come to see you?"