Sophie Allen shrank her neck in fright.
The manuscript slipped from her hands, scattering all over the floor.
She hurriedly crouched down to pick up the papers, but unexpectedly, the man also bent down, and both their heads bumped together.
Feeling the pain on her forehead, Sophie instinctively reached for the spot where she had knocked, and in the midst of confusion, when she looked up, their eyes met.
The man had a slight frown, his dark eyes flashing with an inscrutable light, leaving one unable to discern his thoughts.
Sophie was taken aback for a moment.
Why did she feel like she had seen him somewhere before?
During her moment of distraction, Justin Battleson had already bent down and picked up the papers from the floor, starting to read them earnestly.
"Have you written all these by hand?" he squinted, a hint of surprise crossing his eyes.
"Ahem." Sophie coughed into her hand and hastily asked, "They're mine, is this evidence enough?"
