"Are you Weylin Turner, the well-known mafia leader?" Garaine asked out of blue, eyes filled with suspicion, making Weylin stop on his tracks. 

Weylin felt like his heart dropped for a moment. He never expected to hear these words from a person whom he had just met. 

How does she know about me!? Weylin thought, unconsciously staring at her. Am I that famous that even common people in England know about me?

"Don't tell me you are really Weylin Turner!" Garaine gasped, eyes almost popping out of her sockets. 

"Wait, Miss. What are you even saying?" Weylin's brows knitted together forming a frown