"...." Standing at the door, Collins Aiden abruptly halted.
But he didn't turn around, rather he paused slightly and moved away.
The door to the CEO's office closed, and Mr. Gomez, who had been hovering, finally couldn't hold his tongue.
"Who would have thought that the person we've been looking for so long with no news, would inadvertently end up in the same theatre group as Young Master Aiden and get found by him, could this be fate?"
"Fate?" Chester Yale scoffed, "More like a bane."
"...." Mr. Gomez was stunned for a moment, then he shivered, "Mr. Chester, could that keychain be a fake?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt foolish.
Collins Aiden isn't a typical man, he probably had the keychain examined the moment he found it.
He assured himself that the keychain he got from Clara Sanders and the doll in his hand are one and the same.