She couldn't remember anything else, but she knew that Mr. Cheney called Evan, and she also knew Mr. Cheney worked at James Group.
Butler Santana stared at the screen in shock, momentarily forgetting to breathe, as all the noise around her seemed to freeze; she could only hear the voice of the TV host.
The TV screen switched to a scene resembling an opening ceremony.
On the screen, journalists gathered like clouds.
A man in his fifties or sixties, full of vigor, faced the reporters and articulated the concept of the new financial district in fluent English!
This man, Butler Santana didn't recognize, but the subtitles showed his name: Kieran Janus.
The opening ceremony at eight past eight had already passed.
Sylvan Cheney widened his eyes, attempting to spot Mr. Cheney among the crowd.
She didn't even know what kind of mood she was in trying to find Mr. Cheney, but at that moment, she genuinely hoped not to see him; definitely not to see him.
But she was disappointed...
