Roy Thompson walked in from the door with a stern face, step by step. Due to the rush in coming out, he was dressed in a casual shirt and light-colored jeans. Even though he had an extraordinary temperament, such attire at a brand appraisal event still made Adrian Watkins involuntarily knit his brows.
"Who are you?!"
"Brother Roy, how did you get here so quickly?"
She had just hung up the phone and it hadn't been a few minutes before he appeared in front of her. With his speed, she suspected he had been racing over again.
"If I hadn't come so quickly, I'm afraid someone might take advantage of the situation and snatch my treasure away!"
Brother Roy?
My treasure?
So it was her brother, no wonder he had such an extraordinary air about him.
Adrian Watkins's knitted eyebrows instantly smoothed out, and the restrained smile on his face exploded in an instant, "So it's your brother, but that's being quite overprotective, isn't it?"
So protective, I thought he was her husband!
