Caleb Mamet looked down, the sketch in Xaviera Evans' hand was a simple one. The lines were haphazard, but the man's facial features were clear, his gaze gentle, and there was a scar on his forehead.
He watched silently for a while before softly stating, "I don't recognize him."
Xaviera Evans frowned slightly, her expression suggesting she had expected such a response, "I have no recollection of this man either, yet I dreamt of him. In my dream, he was the one who drugged and drew my blood."
Caleb's gaze fell back on the sketch; his eyes gradually hardened. The man in the picture was handsome with a sorrowful look in his eyes, but to Caleb, his gaze seemed insincere.
"Let Sean Price investigate it."
Xaviera Evans quickly waved her hand, "Let's not rush and alert him; I don't know if this man really exists or is a figment of my imagination. Even if he does exist, we cannot investigate openly."
