She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Soon, she realized it was because of those eyes.
The girl in front of her had eyes very similar to Evelyn Sherman, both emanating a kind of otherworldly purity.
"You're... Hello, my name is Ella Jackson." Ella regained her composure, quickly wiping the tears from her face and offering Grace Yakov a polite smile.
Grace Yakov didn't recognize her, but she recognized Grace Yakov.
Evelyn Sherman had mentioned Grace Yakov, a former female elite in the business world, to her before. She had admired Grace Yakov for quite a while.
In her mind, only capable men could master the complex rules of the business world.
She never expected that Grace Yakov, as a formidable woman, could rise to the top along with the Yakov family. Even after so many years of retirement, she still commanded respect.
"Are you here to see Evelyn?" Aware of Grace Yakov's importance to Evelyn Sherman, her eyes flickered as she quickly stepped aside to let Grace pass.
