He opened it and took a hefty swig, head resting against the refrigerator door as he zoned out.
The man who had never slipped up had now, because of one girl, lost track of his target, breaking his own record of no mistakes.
Yet, he still didn't know what that girl's name was.
Just the thought of her adorably clueless expression couldn't help but bring a smile to his lips.
That smile, for a fleeting moment, stole the austere off his face, transforming it with a charm that seemed holy like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, yet tinged with a bewitching allure.
"Buzz buzz—" The cell phone on the coffee table began to ring.
Charles White snapped out of it, took another gulp from the beer can, and reached for the cell phone, glancing at the caller ID before answering.
"The target person has officially entered the Yale Group. I've prepared all the information you asked for and sent it to your email. Remember to check it."
