Finding Clues 3

"Sir, should I follow her?"

"No, not today. She looks like she's having a rough time." Emille leaned back in his car, resting his head on the headrest.

"Fabiola…" he called her name out loud.

He really wished to sit down and have a casual conversation with her, but fate had other plans. She would not even look at his face for more than two seconds. Perhaps, if he'd met her again right now, she'll probably not recognize him.

"Sir, should we wait here?" His driver asked.

"Yes, hold on a little, I think I want to gaze at her one more time." He said the later part more to himself.

Emille lingered around the restaurant until Mila walked out.

Every step she took, she emitted concentration. He could not help but admire her from a distance.

All these months, he'd been sending other people to get her, to no avail. But not this time. He decided that it was time to get her himself. There was one person standing in his way….The Grandmaster.

When Emille got back to base yesterday evening a