Is that?

Hunter knew he had struck a nerve from her reaction when he stated his request all he wanted was her response.

And assistance.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she whispered with a tight smile, most likely trying not to make it obvious to any onlookers that she was in an uncomfortable conversation.

“I was sent by Mr. Reid; I need your help.” He whispered back to her.

She stared at him for a few seconds with narrow eyes and tight lips as she was trying to decipher if she should believe him or not.

“Who are you?” she asked.

Hunter remembered when Mr. Reid had informed him that this question was almost inevitable from her, and each party she worked with had a code answer to the question.

“I am blue.”

She eyes moved frantically around the café to be sure no one was observing nor approaching.

“Ahh, Mr. Huong. The regular?”

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