But why did he want the mall cleared? And why did he stay in the car alone?!
At this moment, Mabel Quinn focused on her phone, not noticing that the dessert shop had become deserted, and outside the dessert shop, rows of security personnel stood.
Kyle Kinston's videos are rare on the internet. Mabel Quinn searched for a long time and only found three in total. Opening the last one, it was a video of him attending an important meeting.
Kyle Kinston walked at the forefront in a suit, followed by people also dressed in suits, and beside him were people who appeared to be bodyguards. Around them, there were quite a few reporters who seemed to want to break through the circle of bodyguards and security to interview him.
The man in the video gave off a noble and aloof feeling, completely different from the grim, painful look he had that night in the car.
Why was he like that back then? Mabel Quinn was pondering this when suddenly a cold voice sounded at her ear, "Is the video interesting?"
"It's okay..." Wait, who was talking to her?! Mabel Quinn jerked her head up, and immediately, an unexpectedly familiar and handsome face from the video was imprinted in her eyes.
He looked down at her from above, and his deep, narrow phoenix eyes were pitch black, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Mabel Quinn's jaw dropped as she stared dumbfounded at this man who had suddenly appeared in front of her, her mind completely stalled.
It was Kyle Kinston! The commercial emperor! The man who single-handedly controlled Falling City!
But he... why was he here?! And also...
As if sensing something, Mabel Quinn glanced around, noticing that there wasn't a single customer left nearby, not even the staff at the cashier's counter were present. At this moment, only she and Kyle Kinston were in the entire dessert shop.
"You... you..." Seeing this man again, Mabel Quinn didn't know whether she should call the police immediately or rush up and hit him.
But in reality, she just sat there dumbly on the chair, chin up, staring straight at him.
Kyle Kinston pulled out the chair opposite Mabel Quinn and sat down. "Kyle Kinston," he stated his name.
She swallowed the saliva suddenly accumulating in her throat, her eyes filled with guardedness as she looked at him, her whole body infused with a sense of nervous crisis, "I know." After all, she had just watched a video about him.
Him appearing before her like this, a coincidence? It seemed a bit unlikely, but if he showed up intentionally, it couldn't be just to say his name, could it?
Thinking over and over, Mabel Quinn finally blurted out, "I... I haven't called the police yet, so let's just forget what happened that night, I won't tell anyone else about it, and um... the trench coat I took, why don't you give me an address and I'll wash it and send it back to you by courier?" He was the commercial emperor, the sky of Falling City; even if she reported it to the police, she probably wouldn't win a lawsuit. It was better to accept her bad luck and stay as far away from this man as possible.
Mabel Quinn thought that perhaps Kyle Kinston came to find her because he was worried about this.
Kyle Kinston lazily glanced at her, "Mabel Quinn, why do you think you can decide to act as if nothing happened and I would agree to it?"
Suddenly, it felt as if an unseen pressure surrounded her, making her mouth dry.