It was only a meal, nothing more. Fiona Finch didn't see the need to add him as a WeChat friend—she acted like she hadn't noticed.
After drying her hair, she suddenly remembered something. She grabbed her phone and stared at the recent call log.
After a moment's thought, she finally dialed Adrian Shaw's number.
Meanwhile, at The Imperial, No. 299.
The sound of water in the bathroom came to a stop.
After his shower, the man walked out with a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist. His black hair dripped water onto his forehead, and beads of moisture traced down well-defined muscles, soaking the edge of the towel before disappearing somewhere below his firm, narrow waist.
He picked up his phone. Seeing the caller ID, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
He answered the call.
A familiar female voice came from the other end, introducing herself: "Mr. Shaw, this is Serena Stanton."
Her tone was naturally distant—not a pretense.
