"Mr. Lennon, please have a seat."

Zane reached out his hand and beckoned Sean to sit down.

He and Sean were alone in the room, and Zane did not have an assistant with him.

After all, it was a personal agreement he had made with Sean.

"Mr. Lennon, why do I find you familiar?"

Zane asked quietly after looking at Sean for a few seconds.

"I have an average-looking face.

"It's normal that I look somewhat familiar."

Sean waved his hand slightly and did not say more.

"No, you're not average, Mr. Lennon.

"There must be something unusual about your identity, Mr. Lennon."

Zane shook his head slightly. He had a feeling he had seen Sean somewhere.

He had probably seen him in a photo or from somewhere, even if he had never met him in person.

"Tell me who I am, Mr. Curley."

Sean smiled and picked up the coffee pot in front of him.

"Well..."

Zane was puzzled by Sean's remark.

It was because he had no idea what to say.

Besides that, he had had people look into Lennon Real Estate and