Upon hearing from the bodyguard that Sophie Sullivan has returned, he immediately put on his clothes and went back to the suite.
The card opens the door, Andres smiles brightly as he looks at the figure standing in the center of the living room, "Cecilia Branford, you're back?"
Sophie Sullivan gradually turns around, her eyes are hazy yet cold, carrying a sharp glint as she looks at him.
Andres feels something is off, but for a while, he can't quite put his finger on it; his smile pauses for a moment, "Cecilia, what's wrong?"
"Uncle, long time no see."
A soft voice, with some arrogance.
Andres's whole body shakes, his pupils instantly constrict, his tall body starts trembling lightly, subconsciously he closes the door reflexively.
Bang!
The door of the suite is tightly shut, Andres stares at Sophie Sullivan, unbelieving, tentatively asks: "…Cecilia?"
Is she... Cecilia?
That voice, Andres couldn't be more familiar, only his proud niece could have.
