"Looking for me?"
The bodyguard nodded.
"Did they say what it's about?" Hope Williams asked suspiciously.
"He didn't say."
Hope frowned, "Please, let him in."
Aria Richardson stood up, "Since you're busy today, Hope, I'll take my leave, and we can get together another time."
Hope nodded apologetically, "Okay."
The bodyguard led a man in a suit and leather shoes into the room; he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his handsome face showed a faint smile, and his narrow eyes underneath those glasses looked straight at Hope.
Hope recognized this man; he came with that blonde-haired man, "It's you."
"Hope, meeting again," the man's handsome face wore a light smile, "We have met twice but have never properly introduced myself. My surname is Williams, and my name is Ted Williams. By clan seniority, you should call me cousin once removed."
Hope's hand that rested causally on the armrest suddenly clenched, her eyes narrowed slightly with disbelief.
Wyatt was also momentarily stunned.
