Seeing the slender hand blocking her path, Cecilia Vaughn suddenly frowned.
She raised her head and quickly a face of unique beauty appeared in her sight.
One must admit, Rosalind White, as her name suggests, resembles a graceful orchid by the water's edge. Her individual features might not be strikingly beautiful, but combined together, they present a particularly pleasing image.
Moreover, as the saying goes, people rely on clothes just as monks rely on gold, and her costly attire gave her the aura of a socialite that ordinary daughters of wealthy families couldn't compare to.
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"Is there something you need?"
With Stacy Summers not present, Cecilia Vaughn didn't bother pretending anymore, her words were extremely cold, and she didn't care to say more than necessary.
Her gaze was fixed on Rosalind White, unable to help but think of the emails she once saw in Adrian Law's laptop…
