'WHAT?!'
Paul's eyes bulged wide open. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
The Masked Man—Jeremy Lewis—had already surmised his identity, even though he wasn't counting on that!
'How did he find out? Does that mean he also—!!!'
"You seem surprised. Don't be." The man before him smiled with amusement written on his face.
There was a twinkle in his eyes that rang of danger, but his expression was mostly casual.
'I can't lose grip yet! No now, after so long!'
Things weren't moving how he wanted, but Paul knew he had the upper hand.
As long as he enacted his plan, everything would end up well.
"Whether you know of my identity or not doesn't matter—at least not at this point…" Paul replied in a cool manner.
He had regained his composure, and now his smile curled up calmly.
