With this in mind, Claire Sinclair forced herself to focus, sketching the man's face stroke by stroke until it gradually took shape.
The moment the fiendishly handsome man's face appeared on the paper, Adrian Quincy's cold eyes narrowed. "Red J, the owner of Wild Cherry House," he said in a low voice. "No wonder there's been no sign of him for the past few years. So he's snuck into our country."
"What's Wild Cherry House?" Claire Sinclair couldn't help but ask.
"They're a group of dangerous individuals who emerged ten years ago. Their movements are unpredictable, and to this day, no authority has been able to stop them. No one knows what their plot is."
"How terrifying..." An indescribable feeling welled up inside Claire Sinclair.
'To think I saved someone like that when I was a child. If I had known he would grow up to be such a cold-blooded killer, I never would have saved him!'
