Iris Harris felt a bit puzzled and couldn't help but look up, seeing a tall, cool figure slowly enter, surrounded by the crowd.
As soon as he arrived, it seemed like the entire room brightened up a bit.
The wine glass in Iris Harris's hand slipped out suddenly, falling onto the table.
Brandan Hyde.
What is he doing in Lincoln?
No, rather, he's in Lincoln, how come she didn't know?
Watching the man walk in calmly, under the eyes of everyone, and take a seat beside Elder Lester, Iris Harris couldn't help but tighten her fingers at the familiar, subtle scent he carried.
Her mind was almost blank.
Brandan Hyde in Lincoln.
How could he be in Lincoln?
And he's in Lincoln, but he… he didn't come to see her.
In fact, she only found out about his whereabouts today.
She didn't know why, but her body gradually became cold, her heart tightened, bringing about a sharp pain.
"Brandan, I read your manuscript, and I'm very satisfied."
