A Love Rekindled

Chapter 94

Upon hearing my question, the man looked up, and our eyes met.

As I looked into his eyes, I noticed a flash of surprise in his charming eyes.

But his surprise vanished in the blink of an eye.

Then, he smiled and said, "Are you also a fan of Camille, miss?”

I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I glanced at his left hand—it was well-proportioned.

I responded with a question, “Are you a fan of his too?”

"You could say so,” he replied nonchalantly. "But Camille would be overjoyed to know that he had such a stunning fan like yourself." "I heard that he's used to drawing with his left hand." I didn't want to beat around the bush and stared straight at this suspicious person in front of me. I continued, "Earlier, you also used your left hand to stop the goods from falling off the trolley too.”

"And...2"

I went straight to the point. "He also has a mole around the size of a sesame seed on his purlicue, just like you do."

The man froze.

Then, he chuckled, "You're not thinking that I'm Camille, are you?"

"I think that it's possible that you are him,” I answered in a serious voice.

Then, I questioned, "Are you?"

Perhaps the level of seriousness I carried with me had scared him because he finally stopped acting playful.

He replied in a solemn tone, "Miss, it's been ten years since Camille's debut. But I just turned 22 this year.

"His reputation among the concept designers far precedes him. So, this would mean that I would have started creating since I was 12. I would have to be gifted and overflowing with inspiration, wouldn't I?"

22 years old.

That was poles apart from the information that we had heard.

"Wow, so, I seem like such a talented man to you," he said.

I fixed my gaze on the young man's naive-looking eyes. Then, I said matter-of-factly, “Camille's age was never publicly specified."

I paused before continuing, "Plus. you seem to know him very well.”

As I was entering the venue, I had a good look at the fans that were there. They looked ecstatic as they anticipated meeting their favorite artist. Yet, this man in front of me was too calm.

He was so calm that he seemed a little arrogant too.

"Ah, I'ma superfan of Camille's," he patiently explained, ‘To be honest™ with you, Camille and I have even gamed: together in the past. I was the one who secretly spreadthe news about him being a lefty.”

All of a sudden, I didn't know how to respond. "So, that was fake information?"

He shrugged without answering.

Caroline had so much experience under her belt. Yet. she had been played by this nobody.

"Did I make you mad, miss?"

I wasn't exactly mad. But it didn't feel good to have my spirits dampened right when I was ignited with hope "This is my business card," I said as I presented my business card to him

Networking with a fan was still part of networking anyway.

"If you happen to have any news about Camille, could you please immediately inform me?”

The man accepted my business card with a curious look on his face. Then, he smiled and remarked, "Nancy Fisher. Nice to meet you, Ms. Nancy.”

I wasn't inthe mood to continue ~ hanging around. But as I was getting up to leave, he added, Oh, right-Ms. Nancy, my name is Jonah o Fethandez. I'll see you around."

Half an hour later, the fan meeting ended, and Caroline and I exited the resort with disappointed looks on our faces.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I then told her about meeting Jonah, and Caroline's jaw dropped. "It seems like much more effort is needed in order to meet Camille in person."

When we got back to the office, we bumped into Cindy. She was about to get off work. She came over and inquired, "Nance, I heard that you went to meet Camille this afternoon. How did it go? Has he agreed to partner with us?"

She was basically rubbing salt onto Caroline's and my wound

Caroline afswered in an irritated ~ voice, ‘You have Mr. Harold as your backing. But we're not like youxMs. Lanes So, I'm afraid that we don't have any good news for you.”