Mark of the destiny

"How many?"

"Twenty. Ten in each box."

The right side of Suyin's handsome face tugged up to a sinister smirk. Yeah, calling her beautiful wouldn't be the right word when she was dressed like that. With that look, she could give competition to any male actor in the industry. Long nose, sharp jaw, unapproachable cold blue eyes, and the classy trilby hat in black added an unparalleled charm to her personality.

No one could guess there was a woman under that burgundy suit. Even the man standing with her took a double look, yet he couldn't convince himself he's really talking to Zhao Suyin.

Suyin reached to grab the two coin size glass containers, but the man closed his fist before she could take it. Suyin slapped at his fist, "Stop it Dex, I already showed you my ID. Stop looking at me with those suspicious eyes. I AM ZHAO SUYIN. If it's the color of my eyes that's bothering you, they are lenses."