In front of them, several cars were parked right before the entrance to the hill: a wooden gate of some sort that marked the beginning of a manmade trail. Three imposing men stood like guards around the gate, and a group of grumbling seniors stared at them not far away.
Up the trail, standing on a rather flat side of the hills, were the man who met Sarah the other day--Henry or something--and another man who dressed in something more casual. They were facing each other, talking while looking around the hill. The other man held what looked like a map in his hand, while pointing here and there.
"That's the person?" Hajin crinkled his nose. "His team must have touched the photo."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't act insecure, puppy."
"Me? Where?" Hajin widened his eyes in genuine surprise.
"Commenting on someone's appearance is a sign," Sarah flicked the bodyguard on the forehead. "Don't lower yourself to that kind of spite. It's not charming."
