In a restaurant near Zephyr Group, Serenity was afraid of being discovered by someone she knew, so she sat in a corner.
After a few minutes, a casual voice with uncertainty asked, "Miss Serenity?"
She looked up and saw a man in his thirties standing opposite her. Although his facial features were not outstanding, he was strong and his skin was dark.
He was wearing a blue T-shirt and a pair of camouflage pants. His muscles were strong and well-defined, and his chest muscles were slightly bulging under the T-shirt.
The person looked somewhat similar to Helena Turner's description. "You are…Mr. Smith?"
"Yes." The man pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, his hawk-like eyes sizing her up.
