Miss Harry seemed like she had just come back from the tennis court, her face glowing with post-exercise radiance, dazzling and bright.
She was having tea and chatting with her friends.
Leisurely, tranquil, elegant.
Joe Heath squinted his eyes, his gaze lingering there for a long time.
That was Sylvan Cheney's VIP seat.
And it looked like Sylvan Cheney wasn't here today.
He and Joan Harry only knew each other, having met once or twice without much impression.
The first impression was probably that she was a girl who was not bad in all aspects, whether it was family background or personal conditions.
There were many girls who were rich, beautiful, and educated, but there were not many with a background like Joan Harry's.
The light from the window was good, the sunlight shining on Joan Harry's face, making her skin look even whiter.
Joe Heath looked at Joan Harry, then looked at Jasmine Yale.
Well, Little Jasmine was cuter.
