It was only when Naomi stood in front of the man that she realized she looked strange.
How could she idiotically come over and stare at him because of his expression? Just as she was thinking if she should flee the scene, the man spoke.
"Are you Miss George?"
Naomi was stunned and stammered, "You are..."
"I'm your client from Inchee Company. My name is Nelson Luther!"
Naomi was momentarily stunned, her heart feeling an inexplicable sense of loss and disappointment. Yet, it seemed to be reasonable. After all, the news of that person's death had been known more than a decade ago.
He was no longer in this world. Even if she had met someone similar to him, it could never be him.
"Miss George?" Nelson's voice rang again, dragging her out of her daze.
"Oh yes. Hello, Mr. Luther!"
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