"Nora..."
The man's attitude was somewhat humble, his voice hoarse and low.
Not yet fifty, no signs of age visible, one could see the striking and spirited aura from his youth, along with a reserved and steady presence. Dressed in a black suit, meticulously neat, with a straight posture, he quite had the demeanor of a business elite.
Yet, the moment he saw Nora Scott, all the exposed sharpness and vigor was completely retracted.
"Cough, cough—"
Miguel Smith widened his eyes, choking on an apple, and coughed violently while patting his chest.
This man really had guts, daring to call Nora Scott that...
During his coughing fit, Miguel Smith's peripheral vision uncontrollably glanced at Nora Scott, and saw her step forward, eyes straight ahead, brushing past the man and entering through the door directly.
The coughing stopped.
Miguel Smith blinked in astonishment, and at that moment the door suddenly closed with a loud "bang," making his eyelids twitch.
