Vera Xavier turned her head and saw Susan Caldwell standing next to Skylar Crowe. The moment she saw Susan, she immediately picked the largest pin from the sewing box and clutched it in her palm.
Vera Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly. The person who had stolen her identity was standing right in front of her. 'Fate is a mysterious thing,' she mused.
At that moment, Susan Caldwell and Skylar Crowe were standing backlit in the hotel entrance. Susan wore a knee-length, light pink trench coat, looking striking and chic.
Undeniably, Susan Caldwell had grown into a true beauty. Her looks combined all the best features of Zachary Preston and Rona Langdon: fair skin, bright yet coolly distant eyes, a straight nose, and rosy lips. Paired with her pampered upbringing, she carried herself with an exceptional air.
Standing beside Susan was a man of average height. He looked to be in his twenties. His eagle-like eyes swept over Vera, his gaze icy and devoid of emotion.
