Even though the person was wearing a white mask, Sylvia Thompson recognized her.
It was…
It was Viola Thompson.
Sylvia couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her blood seemed to rush backwards, and she staggered backward several steps.
Fortunately, Xavier was behind her and managed to steady her by her waist.
Xavier lowered his voice and asked, "Sylvia, are you okay?"
"I…I'm fine." Sylvia tried to calm herself down. She first looked at Edward Bankston and Viola in front of her, then turned to Xavier. "Brother, is that girl…is she Master J?"
Xavier also looked up, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Master J shouldn't be that young, should she?"
The girl standing with Edward, though her face was obscured by a mask, emitted an aura that suggested she couldn't be older than sixteen or seventeen.
Could Master J be this young?
"Perhaps she is Master J's assistant." Xavier added.
Sylvia nodded.
Yes.
She must be the assistant.
How could Viola possibly be Master J?
It couldn't be.
