“Miss Scott, Miss Johnson, wrap yourselves in these shawls. Be careful of the cold. I’ll take you home,” Wyatt said, handing them dry shawls.

Sophia pulled away from the embrace and took the shawl.

Bianca, however, froze when she saw Wyatt.

He was the same man who had once pretended to be the CEO of Phoenix Alliance Group.

“It’s you—” she murmured, stunned.

Wyatt smiled knowingly. “Long time no see.” He could tell she had recognized him.

Realizing she hadn’t thanked him yet, Bianca quickly said, “If it weren’t for you, I might not have made it. Thank you. May I know your name?”

Wyatt gave a polite smile. “You’re...