The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 92

Julian chuckled. "Who praises someone like that? Aren't you afraid people will laugh?"

"I'm just stating the facts," Ethan said with a grin. "I was just telling Miss Evans that you were the famous leader of the K Alliance back in the day."

Julian froze.

He wasn't ready to make that public yet.

He never thought...

"You talk too much!" Julian chided him.

Having followed Julian for so long, Ethan's powers of observation were exceptionally sharp.

He could tell that Julian was genuinely a little angry.

"Sir, did I... say too much..."

Julian's brow furrowed slightly.

Jocelyn, however, curled her lips into a smile and extended her hand.

"Let's reintroduce ourselves."

Julian looked at her fair hand, confused.

Jocelyn said, "Jocelyn Lowell. Also, the former second-in-command of the 'K Alliance,' screen name 'Storm'."

Julian's brow gradually relaxed. He gently took her hand.

"Julian Vance. Former leader of the 'K Alliance,' screen name 'King'."

They smiled at each other, like old friends reunited.

Ethan's jaw hung open for a long time.

"You... you're... Storm?"

Jocelyn tilted her head with a smile. "What? I don't look the part?"

Ethan shook his head dumbly. "No."

"Why not?"

"You're different from what I imagined."

"Oh?"

Ethan looked utterly incredulous.

"In my mind, Storm was a wandering hero, a master swordsman."

Jocelyn couldn't help but laugh. "A woman can't be a master swordsman?"

"But I always thought Storm was a guy... How could she be a woman... No, no, I must be dreaming..."

"Oh my god, Miss Evans is Storm!"

Then, Ethan realized something.

"Wait a minute, sir. How are you so calm about Miss Evans being Storm?"

Julian looked out the window.

The scenery passing by was so unfamiliar, yet tinged with a hint of familiarity.

No one knew that he had come to this city that year.

After discovering the identity of the person called "Storm," he had come here and seen her for himself.

Her skin was luminous, her features striking in a quiet, effortless way, and her clear eyes held a calm intelligence far beyond her years.

Even he was a little surprised.

That someone so gentle and beautiful could be the same Storm who had dominated the online world.

Ethan noticed the long silence from behind him and sensed something was off.

"Sir, how..."

The man pulled himself from his memories, his dark eyes flickering.

"Because ten years ago, I already knew that Storm was her."

That year, Jocelyn was eighteen.