Amanda Smith looked at him in disbelief. How could this person be here?!
The man was dressed in white casual wear, his orange-red hair slightly covering his eyes, but it could not hide the sharp light flickering within his pupils.
His face was actually very elegant and classical, but his aura completely overshadowed the beauty of his appearance, giving him an eerie softness.
Amanda Smith's breathing became slightly rapid. She stared at the person in front of her, knowing that Samuel Johnson had been busy outside these past few days, doing business with Jordan Guthrie.
But this man had not shown up, and the coast guards had found a kilogram of drugs in Samuel Johnson's cargo.
A kilogram of drugs was enough to execute Samuel Johnson countless times over.
"What is your relationship with Lyric Willow?"
She asked in a low voice.
