"Miss Gibson, you've got quite an eye. Even in such dim lighting, you recognized me. Or is it that I made such a deep impression on you!?"
The man's words almost sounded like teasing, causing Crossley Gibson to frown. Holding her phone tightly, she spoke word by word, "President Owen, I don't know what you're trying to do, nor do I want to know. Please leave. If you're looking for someone to drink with you, please go to one-hour!"
After saying this, she squinted and glared at him.
Ose Owen chuckled softly. He didn't speak immediately, instead taking a long-legged step forward. Crossley Gibson frowned and stepped back instinctively, wanting to distance herself from him.
"Do you dislike me so much?" The man halted his steps, the smile by his lips gradually fading, and his sharp, deep gaze swept over with a chilling intensity.
