The person was none other than Aiden Thompson, who stood tall some distance away from them, his eyes so sharp that they could cut into a block of ice without much difficulty.
"One word, Alain?" the young man demanded with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Alain's eyes wandered from Aiden's judgmental eyes to the brown envelope in his hands.
The younger man licked his lips nervously.
Aiden did not come empty-handed. Alain was too naïve to think that Aiden would go back to Harrow Lane obediently and leave Ryan for good. It looked like he was here to expose Alain.
Alain could not let Aiden do that.
Not in front of the entire bistro visitors, even less in front of Zane Caldwell.
While Alain was thinking about the best way to get rid of Aiden, Zane already turned around on his rattan seat and eyed Aiden suspiciously from head to toe.
"Excuse me, who are you?" he asked.
Aiden was usually a very polite young man, but recent events left him embittered and furious.
