Evan Guerrero visited Golden Growth Group for the first time today, dressed in a suit and tie, a maroon necktie around his neck.
He was different from the Evan Guerrero Ann Nolan had met on the previous two occasions. Today, he imparted a sense of... severity and command, shorn of his usual gentleness, now wielding a powerful aura.
He didn't seem like a friend, but more like a superior to a subordinate.
Evan Guerrero had bought her a cup of Americano, along with a sandwich and a spring roll.
"How did you know I love these?" Ann Nolan lifted the warm breakfast in her hand.
Her eyes sparkled with a vivid luster, like twinkling stars, filled with brightness.
Her complexion was already fair, but at that moment, she looked even more like a porcelain doll, a delicate fairness with a rosy tint.
"Finding out wasn't difficult," Evan Guerrero curved his lips into a smile, looking at her, "Eat slowly."
