Yates Donovan was a man of his word. Not long after Mia Grant and Simon Adler arrived at the airport, people started filing into the quiet VIP lounge.
The newcomers were dressed in a variety of styles. Some wore business attire, others were in casual clothes, and a few had an edgy, alternative look.
'They looked a little strange.'
Simon Adler was seated next to her in a large armchair, the armrest separating them wide enough to fit another person.
For some reason, she snuck a glance at Simon Adler.
He was looking down, replying to work messages. Mia Grant didn't know if he had eyes in the back of his head or what, but she heard him say in an unhurried tone, "No need to stare. The ones on the left are Yates Donovan's men. Those two diagonally in front of you are Kian Keller's people. I don't recognize the two on the right, but judging by their vehicle records, they're from the Sinclair Family."
"..." Mia Grant was stunned. The way she looked at him changed completely.
