Pierre instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, staring in stunned disbelief at Robin, his hair was now completely white.
In that moment, his entire body froze.
That voice. That tone. That overwhelming presence—it was as if he had been transported back in time!
Pierre forgot everything else. He trembled all over, eyes brimming with tears.
He didn't dare say the name stuck in his throat.
Each step felt like dragging iron weights.
His breathing was ragged, barely contained.
He rubbed his blurry eyes hard, trying to see through that long, snow-white hair—aged and soaked in loss.
"Mr. Ramsey, is that really you?" he whispered, barely audible, as if afraid the answer might shatter everything.
Kelsey stood rooted in shock, completely at a loss.
She stared at the man. That presence under the sunlight, that commanding aura and sharp charisma, she was certain.
In the entire world, there was only one man like this.
On Coastal Avenue, all the bystanders and armed guards were dumbfounded.
No one noticed Pierre or Kelsey's expressions.
Everyone had just one thought.
Is this white-haired guy insane?
At a time like this, he was actually ordering Pierre to kill Lennox?
Lennox wasn't just the chief of the Qacalisle Island Metropolitan Police Department—he was also Kelsey's cousin.
Even if Lennox had committed a crime, Pierre would never shoot him in public.
Especially with Kelsey and the elite guards all present.
Just then, the woman in the white car finally caught her breath.
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