She looked up at the man beside her, indeed, George River stared at the person across him, a bit lost in thought.
She steadied herself and the polite smile on her face remained perfect, "Miss Winter, what a coincidence to meet you here."
This time, she did not address Hannah as "this lady."
She already knew her identity and name, and even where she had studied and where she had recently been to.
Not mentioning it before was just a way of saving face, intending to make it clear that Hannah's identity was not on par with hers, Tiffany Lynch.
Not pretending not to know her now was just another warning.
Hannah certainly understood Tiffany's intention, but the smile on her face remained tender and gentle, carrying a startling charm.
Her eyes swept over the man furrowing his brows, then at their interlocked hands. Her look was mild, and her words carried a hint of a smirk, "Indeed, it is a coincidence."
