Min Jun's stomach soured as he watched David deboard the plane. He never planned on seeing this guy who had caused Jessie so much pain ever again. Now here he was.
Jackson said, "Don't think too much about it, MJ. He's a means to an end. We can put him on another plane just as quickly as we did this one."
MJ nodded.
David was older. His skin was tanned dark. The sun exposure had etched deep lines into his forehead. His hair bordered on snow white, and he had that slight haunch developed by older men who've spent too much time working over a desk and not enough in a gym.
Min Ho's henchmen must have caught him lounging. David wore faded jean shorts that hung low on his hips. His t-shirt was paint-stained, and the shower slippers on his feet were on their last leg. One good jerk and the fabric over the foot would give way. David's standard attire was typically high-end and tailored.
