Molly Wellington has found something she likes more?
Abraham Redington's mind flashed back to the last time he saw Molly Wellington before she left.
The young girl of that time, her face was youthful and charming, her gaze would slightly lift with a hint of shyness, wanting to speak but holding back.
He still remembers the last time he saw her, she was wearing a pink-blue dress.
Just like the impression she gave back then, like jelly, soft and charming, even without smiling she was sweet.
Suddenly, the girl in front of him transformed, shedding the pink-blue dress that belonged to a young girl, and put on a business suit.
Her features haven't changed, her eyes are still round almond-shaped, but the expression in her eyes has become increasingly indifferent.
Whether it was at the club that day or yesterday at the Royal Palace Branch.
Molly Wellington was always tense.
She seemed to have turned into a rose full of thorns, beautiful to look at, but prickly to touch.
