The person who descended from the car came straight to Isabella Lindsey and scrutinized her carefully from head to toe.
Isabella Lindsey kept her composure, and while she was being scrutinized, she was also taking measure of the other party.
The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a touch of gray at the temples, slightly frosted with age. He exuded an air of crisp competence, and at a glance, anyone could tell he was a very seasoned military man.
However, no matter how efficient he was, no matter the ironclad aura he projected, the light in his elderly eyes could never be fully concealed. Within them, at this moment, lay a gaze filled with sorrow.
"Allen Parker, were you the last one he saw?"
The man standing in front of Isabella Lindsey spoke slowly, with a tone that was questioning yet exuded a feeling that made it difficult to refuse.
Out of politeness, Isabella Lindsey nodded slightly.
