"Spill it, where did you sneak off to without me?" Titus Zane arrived, Alder Locke had already dispelled his gloominess, looking relaxed without any sign of unhappiness.
Sitting across from Alder Locke, Titus Zane lifted his hand to tuck his hanging long hair behind his ear, as a way to hide his guilt.
"Just now... I encountered an acquaintance, so..."
"You run into acquaintances even in Capital City? How come I don't know you have so many friends?" Alder Locke asked with a half-smile. Although it was just a lighthearted joke, Titus Zane always felt like he was being suspected.
With a faint cough, calming the panic inside, and recalling the chance meeting with Wesley Foley a few days ago, Titus Zane felt a bit more justified.
"Oh, a former boss from when I was working in Banyan City, you should know him,"
"That pretty boy?" Alder Locke raised an eyebrow, but Titus Zane frowned disapprovingly. Everyone called Wesley Foley a pretty boy; Nathan Moore did, and so did Alder Locke.
