The car's windows were tinted in a deep shade, making it impossible to see who was inside.
However, it was driving slowly, in the same direction as her jogging route.
Ahead, Lawrence Winters looked towards Mrs. Fang's white Spanish-style villa.
Lawrence's pace slowed even further.
She watched as the BMW stopped at the entrance of the white villa, then the car door opened and a tall man in a suit emerged.
He looked a bit haggard, with his suit jacket open and his tie pulled askew, hanging crookedly around his neck.
His suit pants were also wrinkled, the creases were very noticeable.
After getting out of the car, he turned around, allowing Lawrence to see his face.
He was an aged man, definitely not young, but he didn't appear old; rather, he was very mature and steady, with specks of grey stubble suggesting he might have spent a sleepless night.
