Who was he? How did he know her name? Adeline had never met or seen him before. Could he be one of Caesar's men? If so, that would make so much sense.
Deciding to play along and gamble, Adeline waved back at him, a broadened smile manifesting on her face. She hurried toward him, and the second she got too close for them to peck on the cheeks, she questioned, "Who are you?"
"I was sent by Caesar. Play along, please," the man whispered back. "Call me Damien."
She was right after all! Adeline smirked, pulling back a little. "It's a pleasure to be here, Damien."
"I am more than pleased to have you here, Adeline." Damien gently took her hand, and after a short conversation with the receptionist, he led her toward the elevator.
The two men glanced at each other and wrinkled their foreheads. Scar-faced arched his brow, uncertainty flickering in his never-wavering gaze.
