"I knew you'd be curious about this," Damian Thompson smiled knowingly. The last time he mentioned this organization, Molly Walker had tried hard to contain her surprise, but he still noticed it.
She might not be interested in many things, but this organization would definitely pique the interest of his sister.
Meeting Damian's teasing gaze, Molly coughed awkwardly, "Brother, come in and sit. I'll get ready quickly."
True to her word, she was ready in ten minutes.
Her skin was beautiful, her features were slightly Westernized. She only applied minimal makeup but was already stunning. This time, she wore a pink hoodie, with her hair tied up into a bun, revealing her smooth forehead and accentuating her features even more.
Damian glanced at her, his eyes showing a hint of soft admiration.
Like their three brothers, Molly inherited their father's height and their mother's looks.
