Zoe Monroe hadn't expected Jonathan Thorne to show up so suddenly, and she grew inexplicably tense.
The other guy had also spotted Jonathan Thorne by now. The moment their eyes met, a jolt of fear shot through him. 'Where did this man pop out from? Just one more look at him…'
'…felt like it could shorten your lifespan!'
Jonathan Thorne stubbed out his cigarette. As he walked toward Zoe Monroe, a rival's sixth sense kicked in, and the other guy's eyes filled with vigilance.
But the big shot was simply sizing him up with a glance:
Cold, hostile,
Yet, with a casual push of his glasses up his nose, he concealed all emotion, making the other guy wonder if he had just been mistaken.
'This man seemed so cold and stern, with an official air about him. But I hadn't heard Zoe Monroe had a boyfriend.'
'Judging by his age and bearing...'
'He must be an older relative.'
"Why are you here?" Zoe Monroe asked in surprise.
