Chapter 32

The crowd gathered outside Al-Dhaq Al-Rafie rippled with laughter as Tariq Al-Farsi's words settled over the pavement. Men in tailored suits and women draped in designer silks shared mocking glances, their eyes darting from Tariq's plain attire to the prestigious entrance of the restaurant. "The Al-Jawhar Room? Did he actually say the Al-Jawhar Room?" a man in the queue snickered, adjusting his tie. "I've been waiting for a standard table for forty minutes, and I have a net worth of five million....