Gordon William's calmness was extremely rapid. He collected the pencil lead, tossed it into the trash can, and didn't even lift his head. His attention seemed to remain on the paper on his desk.
"Who are you?"
Yvonne Finley looked at the man, whose indifferent profile seemed somewhat inhumane. She didn't know whether it was due to lack of sleep or something else, but there was a particularly unusual feeling stirring within her, making her feel restless.
She took a few steps forward and handed the documents in her hands to him, "Mr. Hank asked me to bring this to you."
Other than that.
She didn't plan to introduce much more.
She only came all the way here for Grace Webb.
And this man, who is he...
Seems familiar.
But she can't recall it.
Seems to have seen him somewhere before.
