Capítulo 118: Aren't You Afraid That She Knows Your Past?

"Paul!"

A cold voice came from behind.

The man stood up from the corner instantly, his eyes glowing. "It's my master."

Claire turned her head.

In the distance, Hunter was walking over with a strange man.

The man was wearing a black shirt with his cuffs half-rolled and his jacket on his arms. He was tall and strong. His steps were elegant, his facial features were chiseled, and his thin, blade-like lips were pursed into a straight line.

This man seemed to be a tough guy.

He should be the so-called master of Paul.

As he approached them, he glanced at Claire coldly and arrogantly. Then he squinted at Paul and frowned. The fierce aura oozing from his bones suffused in the dark night wantonly.

"Come over."

The overbearing voice was icy.

Paul put away the painful expression and walked to the man's side, clenching his hands, bowing his head, and looking extremely humble.