Sylvie's mind raced with hundreds of questions she couldn't voice. She'd only wanted to talk with Adam about... whatever this strange pull was he had on her. This inexplicable curiosity that had drawn her across an ocean.
And now their private meeting was being disturbed by some old woman who appeared out of nowhere—and what was worse was that Adam was now glaring at her.
"Sir Adam, you have to believe me," Sylvie said, a little desperation creeping into her voice. "I'm not with them. I don't even know who she is!"
Adam only glared at her, backing away as he grabbed his bag from the side of the booth.
He didn't say anything, but it was clear from the way he was looking at her that he didn't believe him at all.
"I swear on my honor, sir Adam. I had nothing to do with this."
While Adam and Sylvie faced off, Dr. Aniston remained eerily calm, her eyes fixed solely on Adam as if Sylvie didn't even exist. She stepped inside the booth, extending her hand with a smile.
