"Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith..." Angela Banks swallowed nervously, looking at him cautiously, "Who is Mr. Finch? I've never heard of him. No, I mean, I don't know any Mr. Finch."
Trenton Smith smiled faintly, his smile carrying an intoxicating elegance amid the dim light, utterly charming. "What can we do then," he looked at her, chuckling softly in a deep voice, "Mr. Finch says he knows you."
His gentle tone sent a chill down Angela's spine in an instant.
Mr. Finch was just Mr. Finch; people in the underworld only knew his surname and not his first name.
The various strange drugs that circulated in the black market of London mostly came from him.
For instance, the drug detected in his blood that made him recognize Sherry White as Norris Moore was sold by Mr. Finch.
Although he was as prominent as the midday sun in London, finding this Mr. Finch from such a creepy place still took some effort, but fortunately, the other party was sensible enough to cooperate fully.
