The light was somewhat dim, and she didn't see very clearly for a moment, but judging from the tone of the butler, Grace Yakov roughly guessed who the person in front of her was, her beautiful eyes narrowing a bit.
"You're that girl who's always wanted to meet me?"
"..."
Upon first seeing Grace Yakov, Evelyn Sherman was somewhat taken aback.
In the information Collins Aiden had given her, it was mentioned that Grace Yakov was already forty-three years old, so she had always assumed she would meet a dignified middle-aged woman.
However, the Grace Yakov standing before her felt quite different.
There weren't many traces of time visible on her face, but instead, a hint of charm.
Every move she made showed signs of good upbringing, even when she questioned someone, her voice wouldn't cause discomfort.
Evelyn Sherman lifted her head blankly, looking at the woman standing amidst the faint light, her elegant profile haloed, and asked uncertainly, "Are you Grace Yakov?"
