"Is it her?" Daniel Thompson was somewhat excited.
Gillian Thompson didn't speak, her lowered eyes hid the complexity within, and her fingers clenched tightly, jealousy almost consumed her.
The biggest difference between her and Ivy Thompson was the "W" organization.
If she were in this organization, she wouldn't be so passive.
She never understood why a person with no background, who was raised by an old garbage picker, would have such a background.
Could it be that she wasn't lost back then, but was taken away and cultivated on purpose?
Gillian Thompson couldn't figure it out.
Looking at the woman on the stage who seemed elegant, Gillian Thompson's heart was weighed down like having a boulder on her chest, heavy and uncomfortable.
If it wasn't for Ivy Thompson, she would still be the fourth daughter of the Thompson family, and be pampered by her three brothers and courted by the socialites of Sunnydale City.
