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He didn\'t care if it was a slim chance, he took it. After all, Dean may very well enter another club just like he had entered his.

Randall may have not been able to get any clear images of Dean, but Randall had one talent. He could draw.

He could draw very, very well.

Thus, Randall had drawn a very realistic black-and-white sketch of Dean and distributed that. Sure enough, he got lucky. Ruben had sent him a screenshot of Dean that as he was waiting at the entrance of is club. Immediately, Randall knew it was him.

Even though the features were slightly different, he just knew it was him.

Being a cautious man, however, Randall didn\'t want to take it for granted.

After all, living doppelg?ngers* do exist. Two completely unrelated people could look so similar and identical to each other that one would think they were twins.

Thus, even though Randall\'s heart was screaming at him that that was

Dean, he didn\'t want to jump the gun.

Though his head was telling him that, he still found himself heading towards Country M. His eyes never left the tab he had, as he studied Dean while he was in the club.

Randall did not like the way Dean was clinging onto that woman, and how they were acting so intimate with each other. For someone who didn\'t want commitment, he sure was showing off his girl to the world.

Randall spent the entire time watching Dean from the CCTVs in the club to confirm what he already knew in his heart - despite the fact that Dean appeared to be a couple with the girl.

He watched as Dean handled the girl who had groped his a*s. He clenched his teeth at seeing Dean groping the girl in return but smiled widely when she ran down the stairs in fear when he passed her.

When he saw how Dean\'s ladyfriend was being harassed, he told Ruben not to step in to stop the fight.?He wanted to witness Dean in action. He remembered the ruthless way Dean had struck Lou, and he was sure that there was no way Dean would let those boys go after insulting his ladyfriend.

And he was so right.

Everything just clicked there and then.

When he saw Dean jumping down from the balcony, that figure full of power and deathly aura, he knew. There could not be two people with that sort of presence in this world.

More so when he saw Dean in that tight-fitting shirt of his which showed his physique completely. Randall knew that body very well. After all, he had marked it very meticulously and he remembered every single inch of that body. Every well toned muscle. Everything.

He knew without a doubt.

That was his Dean.

It was during his observation of Dean that his subordinates came back with the report on Dean.

With that clear picture of Dean, Randall had shouted at his men to find out his identity. He had been insanely jealous of the girl that Dean was clinging onto, and his eyes were blood-red as he couldn\'t keep his eyes off the screen.

When Randall read the report, he was flabbergasted.

Turns out he was still a kid, and the girl was his twin sister. His identity was completely different from what he had thought.

Kyle Smith, heir to the Smith Industries. Perfect son. Perfect student. Rising star.

With that, Randall came to the realisation of why \'Dean\' was created. Kyle must have needed to escape the stifles that his traditional family put him under. Being so perfect, and yet a homos*xual, must have made him find ways to simply be himself.

No wonder Dean could not commit. No wonder Dean never stayed.

But Randall was convinced he could make Dean ... no, Kyle ... stay. Now that he knew his secret, they could work it out, right?

Right?

With that thought, Randall was more assured.

He continued to stare at Kyle, hardly believing his luck in being able to find him. That meant they were meant to be.

Kyle waited patiently for Randall to say something, preparing himself once again for the sort of things Randall was going to say. After all, he had asked Ruben to go out.

"Dean," Randall said, "Or should I say, Kyle Smith?"

Kyle froze.