The man thought for a moment and then said, "The guys under Kim saw the two of them hugging each other from the hotel opposite, but the angle was quite tricky at the time, and they couldn't get a picture."
"There's no need to take such photos," Justin Huxley took a sip of his drink, "Even if you did, I wouldn't need it, and such actions tend to startle the target."
"Okay, Mr. Huxley, I'll message Kim in a bit and tell them to be more careful."
The man turned back to the table, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Kim.
Meanwhile, Justin Huxley drained the remaining liquor in his glass with a satisfied expression, then reached for the bottle next to him to pour himself another drink, when the screen of the phone on his left suddenly lit up.
He glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Maxim Sinclair.
"Interesting, just talking about you, and here you are calling."
