Sean smirked as he unbuttoned his white coat. "There's a café downstairs. Mr. Langford, care to join me?"
Jordan, though puzzled, nodded and gestured for Sean to lead the way. "Please."
Once at the café, Sean sat down in a relaxed manner and ordered an Americano with no sugar. Jordan, more composed and formal as always, ordered a Blue Mountain.
The two sat facing each other. Jordan's proper demeanor made Sean, despite being a doctor, seem somewhat less professional by comparison.
Sean fiddled with his hands as he waited for their coffee to arrive. Once served, he made a welcoming gesture. "I wouldn't have guessed, Mr. Langford. You have quite the refined taste."
Jordan raised an eyebrow but merely sipped his coffee with his lips pressed tightly together. "I'm curious, Mr. Smith. What's this meeting really about?"
"What if I told you I've found news about Tania? How would you react?"
Jordan's hand froze, nearly spilling his coffee. His brows furrowed together as he met Sean's gaze. "What exactly are you implying? And what does this have to do with Layla's disappearance?"
A cold, uneasy feeling gripped Jordan's chest, but he tried to shake it off. He refused to let himself believe that Tania's and Layla's situations were connected.
Sean's smile widened. "You're a smart man, Mr. Langford. You should know I don't casually invite people for idle chat."
Jordan's expression darkened. "Then please, Mr. Smith, get to the point."
Sean chuckled softly, rubbing his chin as he spoke, "Do you remember what happened four years ago?"
"Four years ago?" Jordan's grip on his coffee cup tightened. "Are you saying Tania's departure was orchestrated by Layla?"
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