Arlo Seys held his wine glass and spoke lightly, "Who did you see?"
"Miss Seys! I really thought I was seeing things or hallucinating! I didn't see wrong; it's Miss Seys! She married a famous businessman from Italy. Such good fortune, such good fortune."
Arlo Seys' brows were slightly cold, "You're drunk, President Reed. My sister passed away several years ago, let alone marrying a celebrity from Italy."
"Couldn't have mistaken! That was clearly Miss Seys—" The person shook their flushed face, speaking somewhat incoherently, "But it's also like she's not, that lady seems to have the surname Floyd... not the same as Miss Seys, but she looks too much alike."
Arlo Seys finished the wine in his glass, his brows and eyes indifferent, responding casually, "People can resemble each other. My sister has passed away. I don't wish to bring this up again."
