Chapter 878
Those images gradually merged with the figure of Alexander Foster.
How could she forget...
Why didn't she recognize him...
Suddenly, some details started to come together—
Years ago, Bennett White was on the phone inside the villa, saying to his father, "Didn't he hang himself last night? How is he still alive to call me today?"
"Dad, your crying is so fake."
Then, Robert Foster's voice came through—
"My brother used to be a wild one, it was my dad who went to sort him out and had him come back to manage the company."
"Cry, throw a tantrum, threaten to commit suicide, just like my mom."
She remembered all these things, but never connected him with Alexander Foster.
Now, her feelings were subtle.
Watching him, surrounded by a crowd, her impression and feelings toward him were complicated.
When she confirmed that Alexander Foster was Bennett White, her heart did indeed thump very hard.
Her blood seemed to boil in an instant.
