Only a young man in a black suit could be seen, gracefully jumping off a Harley motorcycle.
He took off his helmet, his flaxen hair slightly damp from the rain. His mixed-race features were sharply defined, and his long, glass-like eyes exuded a deep melancholy and defiance.
Cecilia raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
Sean Grant had actually appeared here!
...
Meanwhile, Tyson Law managed to calm down somewhat from his earlier fear, and felt a strange discomfort seeing Cecilia staring at the young mixed-race man in the distance.
Three years ago, no matter where they were, Cecilia's gaze never overlooked him.
He coughed lightly, unwilling to let it go, trying to remind her.
"Cecilia, that Young Master Shelby from earlier is clearly a second-rate thug. You shouldn't go down, let alone race with them. It's dangerous."
Cecilia glanced at Tyson coldly.
"You're worried about me?"
