Xaviera Evans suddenly looked up, panicked for a moment, but quickly regained her calm.
She didn't know how long Boyd Drew had been there, or what he had heard, but he must have started to suspect something. He was actively investigating Cold Night, yet he dared not confirm his suspicions.
Today, he had come to the oil painting exhibition again and had coincidentally overheard a conversation between Mrs. Carter and Xaviera Evans. He learned that Xaviera was Hayin; he had a bad feeling, perhaps he would have to abandon his current plan.
If Cold Night was still alive, or if there was any relationship between Cold Night and Xaviera, he would pay a heavy price, a price he could not afford.
Boyd Drew lowered his voice, with a smirk on his face: "So, Miss Evans is Hayin!"
Xaviera Evans looked up with impatience, "Does my identity concern you? Are we close to each other? If Mr. Drew has nothing important to say, please keep your distance. I don't like interacting with strangers."
