His eyes carried curiosity.
And a thick sense of surprise.
"What's the matter?"
Jason asked, his expression unchanged.
"Are you really a writer?"
Kemi inquired.
"Yeah, a has-been writer."
Jason nodded, not denying but simply adding a prefix.
"Then where's your mask?"
Kemi continued to ask.
"What?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Jason denied flatly.
He didn't mind Brian knowing his identity because he knew Brian would keep his secret; he trusted people like Brian.
As for Brian's daughter?
Seeing her eager attitude, Jason knew what he had to do.
He didn't want any more surprises.
"It was you who rushed in there just now!"
"I'm certain of it!"
"Your silhouettes are exactly the same!"
"And your walking posture too, it's identical!"
Kemi paid no attention to Jason's denial, her eyes widened as she watched him, and she even started circling around him as if admiring an unexpected piece of art.
Under such scrutiny, Jason remained unmoved.
