"Emma Clark, the bad example you're talking about, isn't it this guy? You want me to learn to be as fake as him? It's not that hard to open a car door, why act all gentlemanly?"
"No, no, no, it's not him. The bad example I told you not to follow is over—there!" Kiara locked her gaze on Susi and her husband, who had just gotten out of the car.
Zoel Cohen glanced up and narrowed his eyes—why did he see a man who looked so familiar?
With Susi and her husband was a young couple.
The woman wasn't noteworthy, just a regular person with slightly above average looks, but the man next to her was about 178 cm tall, very spirited, with hair waxed into a trendy style, a narrow waist paired with a fitted Korean-style suit. He seemed cultured and utterly neat, yet lacked a bit of masculinity, exuding an air of arrogance between his brows.
Zoel was momentarily stunned when he saw the man; the young couple with Kiara and Susi was the couple Susi had asked her to help.
