Chapter 92 Small World, Isn't It?”
- Adam stepped out of his sleek black car, the night air brushing against his face as the valet rushed to open the door.
- He adjusted his suit jacket, expression composed, and strode through the entrance.
- A few heads turned his way—some nods, some cautious smiles. He returned polite greetings, shaking hands with old associates and exchanging brief words that meant little.