It was just past three in the afternoon.
Opal Moore arrived on time for her appointment.
As she walked into the entrance of the restaurant, she immediately spotted Polina Powell waiting at their table.
The Old Mistress still carried herself with that same elegant demeanor.
Opal sincerely envied this woman, who had been adored by Adam Brooke for a lifetime, naturally hoping to receive the same treatment from Xavier Brooke.
However, Xavier was a man of deep schemes, and it was hard for anyone to see through his thoughts, even for someone like her who could lie beside him; it didn't necessarily mean she truly understood him.
Why was the gap between father and son so vast?
Opal felt a mix of confusion and emotion.
"You all just wait here for now,"
Opal dropped this line, then strode inside.
Her aura was sharp and forceful, a far cry from the seemingly innocent young girl of years past.
At that moment, Polina Powell watched her approach slowly.
