Miles Sinclair remained silent. In the darkness, his features were as perfect as if sculpted. The corners of his mouth naturally tilted upward, making him seem as radiant as the sun despite being shrouded in night.
"Gene, the paparazzi are everywhere. Stop talking," someone else added.
Just as Miles Sinclair was about to explain, a sudden loud noise silenced the surroundings.
"What was that sound?"
A moment later, several bodyguards in black suits rushed out of the stairwell of another building.
"Quick, she escaped!"
"After her!"
Seeing the men charge out, Miles Sinclair's agent and bodyguards quickly shielded him, afraid their client would be knocked over.
"Get out of the way! Don't block us!"
The bodyguards skirted around them and gave chase.
"Are they crazy?!" the one called Gene couldn't help but curse.
Miles Sinclair looked up at the lit windows on the second and third floors, lost in thought.
