The man had deep-set handsome features: narrow, elongated dark eyes, a tall, prominent nose, and thin, cool lips.
His face was chiseled, his build strong, and his skin the color of wheat. At a glance, he looked somewhat like a model.
With a corner of his mouth hooked up, he glanced at the woman, then slowly walked to the sink to wash his hands.
The man's hands were clean and slender, similar to a doctor's, and quite beautiful, yet his entire presence was resolute and very masculine.
"Are you here for dinner in the VIP room?" After washing his hands, the man took a paper towel to dry them. Turning his tall frame around, he stared at the oriental face of Emma Benson and unexpectedly spoke in Chinese.
"You..." Emma Benson lowered her eyes, hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."
Then she turned and walked away. After a few steps, she heard the man's laughter from behind: "Are you Morgan Benson's sister?!"