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Several gazes panned toward his direction as everyone was still focused on Mark, wondering if he was running away now that he couldn't prove Noah’s innocence. Some even thought it was Noah seated there and stretched their necks severally to take a look.

"Is that really Noah?"

"It can't be. He wouldn't dare appear here, would he?"

"I guess so. Then who is that?"

"I don't know. He called him Mr. Norman. Is there someone like that in the industry?"

Mark was standing directly in front of the man in question, blocking others' sight, and they couldn't see who it was clearly, but it was obvious it was a young man. He handed something to Mark, which surprised the latter, and they talked some more before he walked back toward the stage.

It was only then that they saw who the young man was. He wore a plain black shirt with no label and a pair of crisp white pants, neatly ironed and pressed. He had sharp features and a handsome face, but paired with the indifferent look on his face, he gave off
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