"Mr. Flores... Mr. Flores! Is that you?"
Tucker Tyler's voice was filled with unease and disquiet, along with an unmistakable hint of panic he couldn't quite hide.
He hoped he was mistaken, that he had seen wrong, heard wrong.
"Seems like you haven't forgotten me, huh? Come over and let's chat?"
Any lingering hope in Tucker Tyler's heart shattered as his gaze flickered with panic, and then he scurried over to Carson Flores, bending at the waist and already painting a subservient smile on his face.
"Mr. Flores, when did you arrive in Seashore? It's such a coincidence to see you here..."
Carson Flores watched the familiar obsequious smile on Tucker Tyler's face and couldn't help but chuckle, "Tucker Tyler, you've somehow made it into the Miller Family now, even becoming the assistant to a core member. Shouldn't you be a bit more arrogant?"
