Martin Thornton thought about it carefully, then nodded. "Yes, something like that did happen. It was during the second semester of our senior year."
Sonia Quincy's brow furrowed slightly, her gaze on Martin Thornton tinged with urgency. "Do you remember who the man was who came looking for you?"
"I do." Martin Thornton finished the beef in his bowl, gently set down his chopsticks, and spoke as he took a sip of water. "His surname was Lockwood. He was a student in the Financial Management department, in the same year as us."
Sonia Quincy tentatively ventured the name, "Ethan Lockwood?"
Martin Thornton blinked, and his voice suddenly dropped to a low whisper, likely afraid that someone might overhear his next words and cause unnecessary trouble.
"It was Ethan Lockwood. The Ethan Lockwood from the Lockwood Group. And the girlfriend he was talking about was the true heiress of the Quincy Family of Aethelburg, who had only been found a few years before—Cecilia Quincy."
