Capítulo 21: The Performance Artist

After we finished breakfast, Michael and the other person at the table left.

Before leaving, Michael gave me a warning look, but I ignored him and secretly gave him the middle finger under the table. He was such a control freak!

When I first arrived at the table, I noticed the man sitting next to her earlier than Sasha. He was dressed in black from head to toe, with a black hat, a black shirt, black pants, and black shoes.

He wore a black headset on his head and a black mask, and it was hard not to notice him in the dining room when he was clothed in black. The plate in front of him was empty, and he didn't look like he was here to eat. He looked more like a performance artist.

I felt a pat on my shoulder. When I turned around, Sasha was looking at me curiously.

"Why are you staring at Samuel?"

For a moment, I didn't know who Samuel was. I stared at Sasha in a daze.