No Need An Identity To Mock You

These matters were not only incomprehensible to Frank Louise, but also to Joe Louise.

Although he was unfamiliar with the esteemed Mr. Griffin, he had heard rumors about him.

His background was shrouded in mystery, yet his power was undeniable.

Otherwise, how could Mr. Griffin alone be enough to cleanse the antique market in San Heith?

However, he couldn't understand when Cynthia had come to know someone like Mr. Griffin.

Could it be that Cynthia had been hiding something from him all along?

Frank sighed lightly, “It's getting late, let's all disperse.”

With that, he went upstairs without looking back.

When Cynthia reached the door, she was stunned to see the man leaning against the car.

Tristan Ford, sensing something, raised his gaze and their eyes met.

In that instant, the coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a gentle smile, like a warm and soft spring breeze.