He was guessing in his mind: Who is this woman? Could it really be…
He didn't dare to think further, staring intently at the figures of the two, motionless for a long time.
"Olivia Yost, say that again? You don't know me!?" Ose Owen suddenly exerted force, gripping her jaw hard, causing the skin on the woman's jaw to turn red instantly.
Crossley Gibson winced in pain, furrowing her eyebrows, but didn't make a sound. She glared at the man: "…President Owen, right? This is my first time seeing you tonight, how could I know you!?"
"You… say it again!?" The bloodshot eyes of the man seemed heavier, his grip stronger, almost squeezing the words through clenched teeth.
"I really haven't seen you before tonight!" Crossley Gibson stared at the handsome face close at hand, her breathing slightly erratic. She took a deep breath, suppressing her heart's subtle trembling.
