A Love Rekindled

Chapter 93

"Based on gender, we can eliminate a portion of the female fans. But the rest is up to our luck.”

Immediately after lunch, Caroline and I made our way to the resort by car.

That was where the fan meet was taking place.

This was my first time attending a fan meeting with one of the best concept designers in the industry, and it was quite a bustling sight. There were many young people who were holding on to Camille's artwork patiently lining up.

But every now and then, I spotted a few older faces too. They either looked like homebodies, or they were simply here to join in on the hype. They didn't look like they could be associated with Camille at all.

Then, an even more unfortunate thing happened

During the security checks to enter, the security guard informed us that the invitation that Caroline had only allowed one person to enter. Caroline was pissed. "The ticket seller told me that it was a ticket for two,” she explained.

We had a detailed discussion, and after that, we decided to have Caroline infiltrate from within.

After all, she was more experienced with knowing and getting to know people.

As for myself, I was in charge of observing from outside.

"Since he likes to watch others, I wouldn't be surprised if he leaves the place in advance. Do keep a good watch on the back door, and contact me immediately if you see anyone suspicious."

I was amused by Caroline's brilliance and replied in a serious tone, "Don't worry, Ms. Whittaker. I promise I'll complete my mission.” After agreeing on our respective tasks, I went to order a cup of coffee. Then, I sat at the back door of the fan meeting to wait for my prey. Seconds and minutes passed.

It was already halfway through the fan meeting, yet I hadn't seen anyone who looked suspicious.

Just then, I heard someone saying, "Excuse me. Please, excuse me.”

I looked in the direction of where the sound was caming from

There was a freight elevator a short distance away, and a child around three years of age was standing in front of the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and a trolley that was piled with things was very quickly pushed out from the elevator.

Without thinking too much about it, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around the child

Simultaneously, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

It was so painful that I started to see stars.

"Be carefull" I heard the sound of a clear voice by my ear.

Then, just as I was expecting to be knocked down by the goods, it didn't happen.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked up to see someone with a youthful face standing by my side.

He had stopped the goods on the trolley from knocking me over.

He was a young man of around 20 years of age. His hair was dyed gray, and he Fad a set of dark red-colored headghones around his neck. His skirvalso was fair, and his eyes glistened. .to <

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Are you alright, Miss?" But before I could respond, the child in my arms started bawling in fear. His parents came over after hearing him.

They insisted on treating me to a meal after hearing about my bravery.

"You're both too kind. I also owe it to this young man for lending a helping hand." looked toward the young mannext to me and said, "

should thank him instead. “ontent belongs to ~

In the end, the parents suggested treating the both of us to coffee.

So, the heroic man and I found ourselves sitting at the waiting area.

I then placed my cell phone on the table. But right at that moment, it rang It was Caroline.

I cautiously turned my back against the youthful man before answering the call

‘Nance, I just feund out that Camille is a lefty. Hetas a small mole the size ofa sesame seed at the area - betweenthis thumb and forctingel SO fous on looking for a man like this Caroline shared in an excited voise. . S

I uttered a quick thanks before turning around.

The man in front of me was using his phone. And with his left hand, he was dexterously tapping on his phone's screen. I was taken aback.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Then, upon closer inspection, I spotted a small mole about the size of a sesame seed on his purlicue.

Hence, I probed, "Are you Camille?”