Chapter 187

After a while, the door to the private room opened, and Samuel walked in. Shelmaine glanced up as he entered. He shrugged off his black trench coat and hung it on the nearby rack. Underneath, he wore a perfectly tailored classic English suit, complete with a neatly knotted tie. He looked every bit the polished gentleman—handsome, with a fit physique. Men his age often let themselves go, gaining weight or losing hair, but not Samuel, who was still striking. He didn't overindulge in alcohol or cigarettes and took everything in moderation. She knew this about him all too well. Samuel's gaze settled on her. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, exposing her slender, pale neck. Dressed in a light down jacket and a pair of faded jeans, she looked more like an innocent college student than someone here for a serious conversation. "Go ahead." Shelmaine broke the silence, her tone direct. "What exactly do you need me to confirm?" Samuel cast a cas