"It's really you, Sister Isabella!"
Nella Crassus hadn't seen her in many days and missed her greatly, speaking highly of her, "Sister Isabella seems even more beautiful and charming, smiling captivatingly, like a Fairy descending to the earthly world, untouched by worldly matters."
Terry Linton followed closely behind Nella Crassus, sycophantically saying, "Indeed, the scenery is beautiful and the person even more so..."
Present.
On the scene.
Two extraordinary talents, pondering, silent.
Marco knew better than anyone that the woman in the short video greeting from the Bamboo Grove shouldn't be his sister; she was at home, not leaving an inch.
Yet he couldn't exactly expose this, could he?
Otherwise, his sister might not forgive him...
But.
As sharp as Julian Johnsons.
He had already detected the flaw, curling his lips slightly and enigmatically saying, "There is something off about this Isabella Lindsey."
