Chapter 849

"I didn't." Owen said lightly, "But I remember your jacket. You were wearing that the last time I saw you. Ms. Spencer, if I remember it correctly, your jacket is the only one in this whole university and even the whole city, right?" "You know me well." Helen didn't deny it. All her outfits were her own designs and were one of a kind; no one could imitate them. But she remembered very well that the jacket she wore at the office was left at the dormitory. She didn't take it with her. If Owen had seen the jacket, then the person he ran into might be Michelle or Callie. Only they had access to her clothes and had similar body types. "Not really." Owen acted like a gentleman and said arrogantly, "I just have a good memory. Having a photographic memory is a basic skill for geniuses like us, isn't it?" Helen didn't answer him. She had clearly underestimated Owen. At this moment, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the onlookers standing around the cordons in the distance.