Shea Thorne squinted her eyes, looking at where Milo Sinclair was sitting, the sofa, wine glasses, and the table; everything had a logo. It was a business club he often visited, where he played the stock market and made investments, and many business deals were reached there.
Known for being "business-like," every service was top-notch.
And this girl, she didn't seem very old, with a strong student vibe, the type that appeared gentle and naive, wearing a white floral dress, seemed to not quite adapt to Milo Sinclair's approach.
It had to be said, from looks to temperament, she somewhat resembled Chloe Bell.
Sending such a photo was clearly an attempt to slap her in the face. Indeed, Milo Sinclair had something tonight; he went out for a drink with friends, and it happened to be at that club.
He had a good relationship with the club's owner, a childhood friend and sworn brother, and their confidentiality work for Milo Sinclair was impeccable.
