Before entering the door, she saw a young man sitting on a dragon-carved red mahogany chair, a scar slashed across the corner of his right eye, quite terrifying.
"Miss Vaughn, you really are quite daring."
The man's eyes were bright and piercing as he stared at Cecilia Vaughn, the curve of his lips carrying a hint of bloodlust, as if Cecilia were nothing more than prey waiting to be slaughtered in his grasp.
Cecilia frowned slightly, recalling earlier in the lobby hearing the words of that biker punk, and immediately raised her head without fear.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Brother Long? Do you know my last name is Vaughn?"
Asking this question was because Cecilia didn't quite understand how this so-called Brother Long knew her identity.
