Inside the room, Leslie Howard, wrapped in a bathrobe, felt a momentary fatigue.
Her cousin was actually taken away by them…
She leaned against the wall behind the porch, lowered her head, her long hair falling to cover half of her face, also hiding the vulnerability in her eyes.
The closest person was finally taken away too.
Leslie Howard, you have to be strong… Get out of this quagmire as soon as possible. When you can make more money, you can bring your cousin back, maybe even leave this damned company.
Leslie Howard, who has always been strong and had long developed a 'bronze skin and iron bones,' rarely showed such vulnerability.
However, the next second, as she hung her head, she noticed the circle of light in front of her feet was covered by a shadow.
Leaning against the wall with her head down, Leslie Howard looked up, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes tilting upward, looking at the face that appeared before her.
