Chapter 133: Do You Need My Help?

The Thief's fingers tightened around her chopsticks, pupils contracting to pinpoints. She swept a quick glance around. Only a few scattered diners sat nearby. Nothing seemed off. Even so, Asher Jauncy's sudden appearance set every alarm in her mind ringing. "Sir, you must have the wrong person." She smoothed her expression in a heartbeat, slipping back into a fragile guise. Her eyes rimmed red, and a tremor crept into her voice. "I don't know who this 'Thief' is… Are you sure you're not mistaking...