Chapter 220: No Matter How Good He Was, He's Dead Now
Despite his efforts to keep his voice low, Selena Patrick still recognized the familiar tone.
The figure, the voice, and those eyes—she had every reason to suspect that this man was none other than Edward Maugham.
"Are you Edward Maugham?" she asked directly.
He swatted her hand away. "No."
"Really not?" She wanted to see his face. "Can you let me see what you look like?"
The man sneered. "You're crazy."
He turned and walked into the lounge, and as he was about to close the door, Selena Patrick squeezed herself in.
The lounge was dark, with no lights on. The only illumination came from their eyes, barely enough to see each other.
The man frowned impatiently. "What do you want? Money?"
"I just want to see your face, just a glan
