The young girl seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.
She wore a white knitted cardigan, a duckbill cap, and a face mask that made it difficult to see her face, leaving only a pair of delicate peach blossom eyes visible.
Her tall and slender figure made the 176cm tall Edward Bankston feel an endless sense of oppression.
Viola Thompson said, "Are you Mr. Edward Bankston?"
"Yes," Edward looked at Viola, first dumbfounded, then immediately reacted and laughed, "Young lady, you must be Master J's assistant, right?"
Viola reached out her hand toward him, "Hello, I am Jue."
Master J.
Full name Jue.
Upon hearing this, Edward was dumbfounded.
He took a step back.
Then he looked Viola up and down, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This, this...
A moment later, Edward laughed, "Young lady, stop joking around!"
The young girl before him was no more than eighteen years old at most.
But Jue had become famous ten years ago.
How could she possibly be Jue?
Impossible.
