"Miss Gibson?" Nathan Johnson noticed her standing at the entrance the moment he drove over.
He doubted his eyes, and after stopping the car, he honked the horn. Unexpectedly, it really was her, "…It's really you? What are you doing here!?"
He closed the door and walked over to her in a few steps, his tone extremely surprised.
Crossley Gibson looked up without speaking, her head starting to ache faintly. Out of courtesy, she lightly greeted him, "…Hello."
"Hello…" Nathan Johnson stared at her face. Perhaps it was the lighting, but her face seemed particularly pale, looking unnatural. Without thinking she was unwell, he continued, "You work here?… Hmm, makes sense. You were a club manager in Hong Kong before..."
Thinking this way, it wasn't so surprising.
Crossley didn't answer, just gave a light smile, her eyes glancing past him. She saw David Wright stepping out of the third car, driving himself while the other cars housed bodyguards.
