Chapter 5

I followed the direction of the hand.

The man had sharp features and deep-set eyes, always watching people with a relaxed, almost-smirk.

But when his eyes landed on Phillip, his gaze turned cold.

"Mr. Morton, isn't it rude to toss around someone's keepsake?" the man said.

Phillip suddenly looked up, fixing his gaze on the man. "Who are you?"

The man leisurely patted the dust off the diary's cover.

Then he turned and handed the diary to me, before turning to Phillip and giving him a slight smile.

"Grant Hood," he said.

As soon as Grant spoke his name, the…