As they approached from behind, the screen flashed with camera footage of the woman who entered the private room and sat beside him that night. Keno then zoomed out the footage to the woman who approached him that night.
"Hmm… stalker," Keiffer murmured.
Startled, Keno flinched and almost jumped off from his seat. His hand panicky closed his laptop forcefully, an action he had never done in his entire life. Keno cherished his laptop, treating it as his son or daughter, but today he had just slapped it with one hand forcefully. That could only mean something was fishy.
"Fuck it! Why are you there on my back like gossip mongers thirsty for rumors? Both of you look like chameleons," Keno exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.
Clutching his chest, Keno yelled.
"Why did you close your laptop? Are you hiding something?" Drew mused with a doubtful stare.