Brielle had no interest in chatting with him. When she saw him turn away, she took it as her chance to leave.
But suddenly, he grabbed her wrist. Instinctively, she jerked back, ready to fight, but he quickly let go and raised his hands above his head, showing he meant no harm.
Brielle frowned. His face was probably scarred, hidden from view under that dark cloak. Meeting King back home had made her wary of anyone who kept their face covered.
"What do you want?" she asked coolly, trying to peer into his eyes. But the thick black veil revealed nothing.
Not waiting for an answer, she marched toward the exit.
The man stayed put, watching her walk away.
After a few hundred meters, she heard footsteps behind her, steady and relentless. He was like a shadow she couldn't shake.
When someone tugged at her hem, Brielle stopped abruptly. She took a deep breath and forced a polite smile. "Are you with Dustin? Is there something you need to tell me?"
The stranger, appearing outside Dustin's villa so early in the morning, must have been close to him. The man gestured wildly, but Brielle shook her head.
"Sorry, I don’t understand sign language."
Without waiting for a response, she finally walked away for good.
The man stood there, not following, his eyes lingering on her retreating figure. After a while, he returned to a nearby car where Annie was sitting.
Annie, looking innocent, was playing with her nails. She glanced up, respectful yet puzzled.
"Having trouble letting go?" she asked.
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