Caleb Baker looked languidly at him, the man's arm draped over a blazer, cool and elegant, detached and indifferent, only the smoke rising from the corner of his lips seemingly imbuing him with a touch of humanity.
About Wilson Finley.
He was actually quite curious.
This man was too low-key and unassuming.
Seemingly approachable, but in reality, no one can truly understand him.
This man single-handedly paved a fantastic market overseas in just a few short years, yet he still ranks below the Finley family. He was curious about what such a capable man was ultimately pursuing.
"Hank Finn." Caleb Baker began.
His eyes locked onto him, "The Second Master Finley seems quite familiar with him?"
Wilson Finley already knew what Caleb Baker wanted to ask.
He calmly said, "I do know him."
Caleb Baker turned to him, "He approached Yvonne, certainly with a certain purpose, and you are so alert to this, do you have any past grudges with him?"
