Cecilia Vaughn's heart trembled slightly, thinking of how Adrian Law had given it to her so readily, bringing her some comfort. She took a deep breath and finally mustered the courage to open the wallet...
However, the scene that followed struck her heart like a bolt of lightning, and her ears buzzed.
— Just as Rosalind White had said, there was indeed a woman's photograph inside the wallet.
The woman was someone Cecilia had never seen before, yet she exuded a deadly beauty.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down, gently fluttering in the wind. Judging by the photo's background, it seemed to be at a private stable. She was riding a magnificent horse with snow-white fur, her vivacious spirit more captivating than any scenery.
It seemed to be a candid photo. The girl held the reins, smiling slightly at the camera, completely unperturbed. Beneath her left eye was a tear mole, her gaze full of emotion. Her skin was as immaculate as jade, her features delicate like a painting.
