Meanwhile, on Bright's side, Micheal found a new person waiting for him.
His eyebrows rose as he saw the handsome man with shimmering golden hair, leisurely drinking tea in the lounge.
A lot of women were also staring at him, gesturing to want to talk, but did not carelessly approach as they would've, say, been watching Fable instead.
It probably had to do with the man's power and position. Not to mention, the man reeked of class. He was definitely well-bred.
Eventually, though, the women did gather courage to chat him up but before they could approach, the man's eyes lifted and met his.
Micheal's eyebrows rose and he immediately walked to him. "Mr. Oslo."
Oslo nodded, relaxing his back against the upholstery. "Ms. Althea told me you were looking for me."
"Yes," Micheal said, walking over and sitting to the seat in front of the aborigine.
As he sat, he heard the man utter, "Where's the other one?"
