Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Eight

• Noah's POV:
• I pulled up in front of The Silver Fork, the dim glow from the restaurant's exterior lights reflecting off my car’s windshield. The place was as exclusive as rumored—chic, modern, and a hotspot for the city’s most prominent figures. I’d been to my fair share of fine dining spots, but this place was different.
• I stepped out of the car, the cold air brushing against my face, as I walked toward the entrance. The doorman greeted me with a polite nod. Stepping inside, I made my way to the reception desk, where a young woman stood.