Chapter 130. Let Me Care for You

Admiral Shawn Miller was not what Arjoona had in his mind. He thought Shawn might be a tall, dark skin, bald man and horrible.

But his mind was 100 percent lied. Shawn appeared in casual clothes, only a Louis Vuitton T-shirt with a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. He came to Miami casually dressed as if he's not a high ranking officer. Don't ask his face. Arjoona thought he was a college student.

His body was as tall as most Asian people, slightly shorter than Joona, even though it's not apparent. His skin was pale white, too smooth for a military officer. No mustache and whiskers free.

"What do you think about me, Arjoona Harristian?" asked Shawn when he spoke privately with Arjoona. They were in an empty shooting range without visitors. Some birds were seen flying over their head.

"I thought you were a tough man," Shawn snorted with a grin. His eyes seemed to disappear behind the cheekbones that widened with a laugh.