Miles Martin had an attractive, clear-cut appearance and had held a high position for many years. He had long become adept at hiding all emotions. That brief moment just now was the only time he had lost control in so many years.
His own light was steady and restrained, his extraordinary charm had long eclipsed his age, making his face now serene. No expression could be seen, but he could still make the person standing in front of him deeply understand what the words "a silent majestic aura" truly meant.
Jennie's face turned pale with fear, her legs trembling, "I... I'm sorry, sir, I apologize... I thought it was just two photos, and it was nothing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"You thought... you thought..." Miles Martin murmured twice. What he had underestimated had made him days late in learning about that girl's existence. He almost lost the hope his family had harbored for so many years.
