Claire Sinclair was remarkably beautiful, her figure tall and elegant; wearing a simple water-white long dress, she exuded an ethereal charm, not appearing the least crude.
"I apologize for keeping everyone waiting, it's my mistake. At today's opening ceremony, before the ancient lights and Buddha, I am willing to drink three cups of tea in place of wine as self-punishment, and hope everyone won't mind…"
Claire Sinclair was about to apologize, but before she finished, she suddenly met a pair of eyes as cold and deep as ink.
—Why is Zion Prescott here?
A sudden pain gripped her heart, as if she was pricked by a few sharp needles without warning.
Claire's initially playful expression instantly stiffened. She had been undergoing business training at Director Chapman's company these past days, thus she was somewhat familiar with Director Chapman and the various crew members and assistants, initially feeling they had formed a bit of a bond and could joke around.
Who knew…
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