Lorraine Hanson approached him and, tilting his head, said, "You seem to really like Miami!?"
Morgan Benson was silent, his cold handsome face softened a bit, and his eyes still fixed on the dazzling lights of the trendy city outside the window.
"What are you looking for?" Lorraine Hanson voiced his suspicion.
This question was something he had always wanted to ask. Since he met him, every time he came to the Miami headquarters, he would drive around the streets.
The big streets and small alleys—it wasn't clear what he was looking for, which also made everyone else very curious.
Every time he was asked, Morgan Benson remained silent. Perhaps knowing that he did not want to talk much, everyone gradually stopped asking.
Morgan Benson remained silent. He drew his gaze back, lowered his eyes, and fixated on a spot. It took a while before he spoke two words: "Finding someone."
