Thea Shaw practiced for a while, suddenly sensing an unusual presence approaching from behind.
She turned her head to look and saw, under the sunlight, a man standing behind her wearing a white sports shirt.
The man was wearing a hat, revealing only a sharp yet distinct jawline under the shadow of the hat, obscuring half of his face, but he should be quite good-looking.
He was staring at Thea Shaw.
Thea glanced at him and didn't think too much of it, until a light voice sounded from behind: "Your movements are not standard."
Thea turned back to find he was still staring at her, so she put down her club: "Mind your own business, it's my first practice today, and you're no better."
The coach nearby: "..."
She whispered to Thea Shaw: "Silas Sinclair…Vanguard Group, the third young master."
"..."
Speak of the devil, and he appears?
Is that the man who took Iris Knight away last night?
Thea Shaw was now intrigued, taking a closer look.
