It looks so familiar... Crossley squinted, trying hard to see more clearly.
Then she searched her mind for information, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration—
It's him! Isn't he the man from the private room last night? Benjamin Turner called him "President Owen"!
Crossley was certain it was him. Even if she couldn't see his face clearly, his stature and aura were hard to overlook. Who else could have such presence besides him?!
"Why is he here?!" Crossley muttered.
Faris Booker heard this, frowned at her, and asked, "Do you know him?..."
"Not really." She shook her head, "Just a guest at the nightclub, probably here for something. Let's go..."
She took his arm, signaling him to keep walking.
Faris Booker glanced at the man in the distance again. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could tell this man was young, with a strong, robust build.
