Kenji finally spotted Sarah in the VIP box and made his way over, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Seeing her after his mad dash through Liverpool put a smile on his face, despite the earlier shock of the PSG scout's revelation.
"Sorry I'm late, Sarah." He said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek, careful not to spill his refilled champagne.
"All that matters is that you're here now. Michael is going crazy down there." She replied with a nervous smile.
Sarah could see that the billionaire had something on his mind when spotting him from afar. His creased brows were one of his telltale signs that he was thinking about a bad investment.
"A penny for your thoughts? Or a million pounds?" She said softly, leaning her head onto his expensive suit shoulder.
Kenji was silent for a moment as he looked out onto the field where Barnsley were currently trying to survive a barrage of corners. Letting out a sigh, he asked her a question.
