Micah scanned the hall slowly, his gaze sweeping over clusters of guests like he was counting chess pieces on a board. His shoulders were relaxed, posture casual, but his eyes were sharp, constantly moving. Crystal lights reflected in his pupils as he leaned slightly closer to Clyde, lowering his voice.
"Can you see the Lobart younger brother?" he murmured.
Clyde followed his line of sight, sweeping the room with a calm, practised glance. His expression didn't change much as he assessed the crowd, politicians laughing too loudly, businessmen clinking glasses with calculated smiles, and heirs standing stiffly beside elders. After a moment, he shook his head.
"No," he said. "But I see the Gu siblings standing beside Nabil Lobart." His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth flattening. "Why are you searching for him?"
