Chapter 94

Upon hearing my question, the man looked up, and our eyes met. As I looked into his eyes, I noticed a flash of surprise in his charming eyes. But his surprise vanished in the blink of an eye. Then, he smiled and said, "Are you also a fan of Camille, miss?" I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I glanced at his left hand—it was well-proportioned. I responded with a question, "Are you a fan of his too?" "You could say so," he replied nonchalantly. "But Camille would be overjoyed to know that he had such a stunning fan like yourself." "I heard that he's used to drawing with his left hand." I didn't want to beat around the bush and stared straight at this suspicious person in front of me. I continued, "Earlier, you also used your left hand to stop the goods from falling off the trolley too." "And…?" I went straight to the point. "He also has a mole around the size of a sesame seed on his purlicue, just like you do." The man froze. Then, he chuckled, "You're not th