The sunset glow burning on the horizon grew more and more magnificent, but Rinne had no mood to appreciate the scenery at all.
She had an immature idea: to take control of the entire Shingu Family as soon as possible to avoid becoming Vincent's enemy in the future.
"Rinne— " Hermione waved her hand in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about? We're going back to the surface, are you coming with us?"
"Oh, okay." Rinne snapped out of her reverie and glanced furtively at Vincent was standing on the hanging basket.
She leaned closer to Hermione mysteriously and spoke in a low voice, "I knew you two would be together, but have you thought about the future?"
"Have."
Aren't you worried?
Hermione looked at Vincent, who was patiently waiting for her, and her face was filled with a happy smile.
"Rinne, have you already let go of Kenny?"
Rinne took a deep breath and nodded slightly. "Now I finally realize how stupid I was before. That guy was just a passerby in my life."
Hermione looked away and gazed intently into her eyes. "When you truly like someone, you won't let go of them as easily as you did with Kenny."
Rinne shook her head with a wry smile, "I don't have the courage to take a gamble, nor do I have your unwavering determination."
She gently hugged Hermione and said, "I wish you happiness."
Thank you, and I also wish you can meet someone you truly like soon.
"Hmm." Rinne released her hands and pushed Hermione in front of Vincent.
"I plan to stay here a little longer and won't disturb your time together."
Vincent was about to say a few polite words when Hermione stood on the hanging basket and took his hand.
"Let's go, Rinne isn't in a good mood right now."
He had no interest in eavesdropping on the girls' conversation, but he could roughly guess what they were talking about.
They either chat about gossip or about relationship issues.
I had originally planned to invite her to dinner for three, but since she wasn't in a good mood, I'll postpone it until next time.
Vincent hugged Hermione tightly and jumped into the rainbow-colored hot air balloon in front of them.
Rinne watched their hot air balloon slowly descend, then turned to look at the fading sunset on the horizon.
Actually, being alone is quite nice. You can do whatever you want without having to consider someone else's feelings.
She faced the afterglow of the setting sun, closed her eyes, and savored the tranquility of the moment.
This might be the last time I act recklessly.
After taking over the Shingu Family's business, I'm afraid I won't even have time to travel, let alone be as free as I am now.
Vincent and Hermione returned to the ground around 7 p. m.
The entire team was amazed by his precise landing; he was even more professional than a professional hot air balloon pilot.
"Maybe I'm just more talented."
The crowd watched with skepticism as the two walked toward the sapphire blue Bugatti.
It's rare to find a wealthy second-generation heir who is humble, polite, and approachable; he is even more exceptional in that he possesses both talent and ability.
What kind of supercar would someone like that design?
The tour leader, carrying a small suitcase full of pounds, gazed at the sapphire blue Bugatti gradually disappearing into the distance.
They believe that the future Bugatti factory will surely create new Speed Myth once again.
Vincent, inside the car, had no idea what they were thinking.
He was considering where to have dinner with Hermione.
I'm unfamiliar with Bristol, so I'll go back to London first.
About half an hour later, the sapphire blue Bugatti drove into central London.
Even though it was close to 8 o'clock, the restaurants on both sides of the street were still doing brisk business.
Vincent drove slowly. "Shall we eat France?"
"Okay." Hermione looked out the window with anticipation.
Dinner should be a bit more formal and have a sense of ceremony.
While a romantic candlelight dinner may seem cliché, no woman can resist flowers, candles, champagne, and delicious food.
"Eggplant Restaurant?" Vincent looked around at the strangely named restaurant.
The decor looks like a French restaurant, but I don't know if the food is authentic.
Hermione also looked at the restaurant. "What a strange name, but it's easy to remember."
Seeing that she seemed very interested, Vincent parked his car next to the entrance of the restaurant.
"Wait a moment."
After he got out of the car, he walked into the restaurant. The environment inside was very much in line with the name, with a light purple as the main color.
A waiter approached and asked, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"
"No." Vincent took out his father's credit card from his wallet. "But I have this."
The waiter maintained a polite and appropriate smile. "Yes, sir, what would you like to order?"
"I hope you can prepare a romantic candlelight dinner for me."
With the support of his financial power, the tall, thin lobby manager strode over.
"Sir, do you have any requests regarding the table setting?"
Vincent shook his head slightly. "Just do it normally, but I care more about the taste of the food."
The lobby manager winked at the waiter, "Sir, you've come to the right place. Our head chef has worked in several well-known hotels in France."
Vincent followed him to the second floor with some skepticism.
The view from here is dimmer than on the first floor, but the space is much more spacious, with only one table occupied by three tables.
"Sir, please follow me. This is the best spot in our restaurant."
Located near the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the view is quite expansive, and the enormous crystal chandelier reflects the glittering starlight, making it a truly excellent location.
Vincent was very satisfied.
Just then, the restaurant's head chef arrived, led by a waiter.
"Good evening, sir. I am Gordon Ramsay, the head chef of Eggplant Restaurant."
Vincent felt that his name sounded familiar, and it took him a few more careful glances to recognize the chef in front of him who was quite the figure.
It is well known that France restaurants in London are very popular.
Although Britain cuisine isn't great, Britain chefs are quite knowledgeable about France.
Before Vincent traveled to this world, there was a world-renowned Britain chef.
He was the first Scotland to receive a Michelin Three-Star Chef title and has appeared on numerous highly-rated food programs.
But he is most famous not for his cooking skills, nor for his demanding pursuit of near-perfect dishes, but rather for his volatile temper in the kitchen and his distinctively sharp tongue with a distinctly British accent.
"Why can the hen cross the road? Because you fucking didn't cook it!"
"You have so much oil that the United States is going to come and steal it from you!"
"This fish was still looking for its son even after it was born!"
Many memorable scenes flashed through Vincent's mind; listening to Gordon swear is really addictive.
The chef of this strangely named restaurant is actually a Hell's Kitchen God; his luck is just too good.
It's only 1994 now, and we'll have to wait a few more years for the future blockbuster "Hell's Kitchen".
"Good evening, Chef Ramsey. I'm Vincent, Vincent Wayne."
Gordon smiled and shook hands with him. "Mr. Wayne, I heard you care a lot about the taste of food?"
"Yes, Chef Ramsey." Vincent suppressed his excitement.
"I've tasted too much authentic France, and I'm hoping to have something unique and innovative tonight."
Gordon frowned slightly, then quickly smiled again. "I understand, Mr. Wayne. I assure you and your partner that you will have a perfect dinner."