Sherly Jadwin felt humiliated and embarrassed. She saw her own life as a failure, overwhelmed by jealousy; she wanted to kill Anna Jadwin. "Let's die together then!" she thought.
By this time, the black-clothed bodyguards had already taken over the entire mall.
The man in black sunglasses exuded an aura of imposing confidence, with a stern and forbidding demeanor, his footsteps crisply echoing off the gleaming floor.
The presence of Charles Harrington successfully captured everyone's attention.
He was a man of Heavenly God level, making all female creatures swoon upon sight.
Sherly Jadwin stood to the side, her heart racing. "So handsome," she thought. "He's just as good-looking as the two young masters of The Baileys, and no less than Mr. Cameron..."
He sported a Rolex watch adorned with diamonds and a handmade Armani suit, simple but sharp, exuding the aura of a major figure.
