"Hello, Aisha, I am Dean," Dean said warmly. He carried himself with the elegant demeanor of a nobleman, as if he had stepped out of a movie, exuding a strong sense of reliability and warmth.
He was quite surprised that Aisha had come alone.
Aisha, who usually favored handsome men with a strong presence, glanced at Harry—who was sweeping the floor—and Li Meimei, who lay motionless on the ground. Her mouth twitched.
She twirled a strand of hair, disguising her nervousness, and lowered her head. "My father mentioned you. Strictly speaking, we are actually relatives; my maternal grandmother was a member of the Lucchese Family."
"Your father knows me?" Dean was even more surprised.
Despite his outstanding performance at the police department over the past three months and the many major cases he had handled, these achievements were mostly known only to those close to him, unless the other party had specifically invested energy in investigating him. This wasn't a normal reaction.
