I recognized him at a glance. He was Dylan Jones, my biological brother.
After a reminder from someone nearby, he casually looked up at me.
Dylan walked towards me and stopped not far away. He quietly stared at me, seeming unsure how to speak. His brow furrowed slightly in indecision.
I took a step to the left. He followed. A step to the right. He repeated.
I asked, "Are you trying to kidnap me in broad daylight?"
Dylan's eyes flickered. "Do you know who I am?"
"Of course, I know. Aren't you Dylan Jones, the famous heir of the Jones Group?" I stated expressionlessly.
Dylan was stunned for a moment. "Then you know..."
Seeing his discomfort, I spoke calmly.
"You came for Isaac, right? Why? Your match didn't succeed?"
Isaac Jones was the chairman of the Jones Group and the father of Dylan and me. A month ago, news of his kidney failure spread online. Even I, living in an obscure place, heard about it.
So I wasn't surprised by Dylan's arrival.
After I exposed his intentions, Dylan turned his head and cleared his throat. "Isla, the matter of that year have already..."
"Mr. Jones, my name is Vivian, not Isla. Don't mistake me for someone else."
Dylan was stunned, staring at me blankly.