She entered the door.
Someone quickly approached her, "Miss Finley, please go to the third floor."
Yvonne Finley's eyes squinted slightly and a chill touched her lips.
How interesting.
So Mr. Hank had already known.
Yvonne Finley pursed her lips and followed up to the third floor.
She walked into the deepest box in the building.
It was a suite with a vacant living room. A black umbrella, its handle rubbed off, stood at the entrance. Directly across was a morning river view blanketed in a thin mist, the entire world hidden in a bluish misty rain.
Click--
The door to the adjacent bedroom opened.
Unlike their previous encounters, the man wasn't dressed formally; simply clad in a white shirt and black trousers. His body was tall and proportionate. His black hair lay casually across his forehead. Pale skin and slightly faded lips gave him a sick and shadowy look. His long eyes, slightly upturned, turned their gaze towards her.
"Good morning."
