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Watching him head towards the exit, Gan Yuan slightly relaxed her breath, ready to retract her mirror when Moses, stepping forward, suddenly stopped and then... turned his face in her direction.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put away the mirror.
"Sir?" the butler asked, puzzled, following the man's gaze, "Is there something wrong?"
Gazing at the empty corner in the distance, Moses slowly withdrew his gaze.
"No."
Just now, he had faintly felt that something was amiss, as if someone was peeking at him—probably just an illusion!
Around the corner.
Gan Yuan, still not quite recovered from her shock, was huddling up with her fists clenched tightly against the wall, holding her breath and listening to the sounds nearby.
Had he discovered her?
No, impossible!
She was solely focused on Moses, yet she hadn't noticed that from the other entrance, a figure hurried in, running while on the phone.
"Which exit... I'm already at the airport..."
