Upon hearing Lin Lang's words, Rachel simply gave a slight twitch of her eyelid before quickly calming down.
She neither admitted nor denied Lin Lang's words.
Her face returned to that of an unruffled calm—
She straightened her back, her posture elegant and dignified, exuding the unique confidence and charm of a mature woman in every gesture.
Slightly raising her chin, the lines of her neck were graceful and fluid, like an elegant swan.
In those deep eyes, her gaze carried a hint of scrutiny, looking directly at Lin Lang:
"Mr. Lin seems to understand women quite well."
Her voice was low and magnetic, each word slowly drawn from the depths of her throat, carrying an elusive undertone.
As she spoke!
She discreetly surveyed Kevin and the special forces with the corner of her eye.
Her gaze was like a cold, sharp blade, instantly startling them—
They were all too familiar with Rachel's methods!
