Luca showed a fleeting expression of surprise, hesitation, and suspicion, but it was caught by the General Manager in that brief, perhaps instant change.
He became more certain that Mr. Luther here is surely connected to Lance, perhaps even part of the same group.
Thinking this, he leaned back against the chair and his expression became more composed.
He seriously sized up the person in front of him; he was convinced that this person shouldn't be a gang member.
He didn't have that street vibe characteristic of gang members; instead, he gave off a middle-class waste kind of feeling.
Luca cautiously shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The General Manager's fingers tapped on the armrest, "Let's talk frankly, is this Lance's idea?"
Luca shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about; we're an international trade company..."
