Eve Thompson clenched her fist and spoke to Jonas Thompson, "I, Eve Thompson, have come back, I should have the right to manage this matter, right?"
Her cold words were filled with an overbearing aura, directly stunning Jonas Thompson.
All the people in the room couldn't help but look at her.
Underneath the baseball cap, she had the exact same face as Iris Thompson, bright and gorgeous. Yet that face on a man didn't seem effeminate at all. Instead, because of his rascal temperament combined with the white sportswear, there was a sense of ambiguous beauty and handsomeness that blurred gender lines!
Everyone was amazed.
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Eve Thompson looked around the room.
Iris Thompson's black and white photograph was hanging in the hall, for friends and relatives to bow to when they came to pay their respects.
Eve thought that her tears had run dry over the past few days.
But when she saw her sister's smiling face in the photograph, her eyes reddened again.
