The car ride to the Oriental Bliss was exceptionally quiet. The two brutes in the front couldn't speak, and the people in the back had nothing to say to each other.
Jack caught Cindy looking at him a few times before shying away. Her actions made him wonder what was going on inside her head. The fact that she didn't question him about his sudden change also ate at him.
He had been with enough women to know Cindy, or any other woman for that matter, shouldn't let things go so easily. Not unless she already knew who he was.
… Is she a secret agent or something?
It didn't matter whether Jack thought of himself as the crime lord or not, for the world, he was the same.
Anna told him his old self wasn't foolish to let the world know his face, but the more Jack thought about it, the more he wondered if it was even possible.
In this day and age, where technology has grown exponentially, was it possible for someone to erase their existence? Of course not.
