Yes, Joan Shaw remembered it clearly. That strikingly handsome and cold face belonged to none other than Yuri Sinclair.
About half a year ago, it was all over the news that Yuri Sinclair had been in a plane crash. The aircraft had plunged into the sea and was never found. He was presumed dead, his body lost to the ocean.
The entire country had mourned for seven days. Everyone knew about it.
So when she saw Yuri Sinclair appear again, alive and in the flesh, it was no small shock to Joan Shaw.
The two men in the corner were still talking, and Joan Shaw watched them quietly.
"Alright, if you two really decide to lie low, I'll be there to handle everything for you."
"We're brothers. You don't have to be so formal. You've already done more than enough for me by taking care of Shay all this time."
Yuri's constant talk of them being "brothers" made Howard's heart ache.
