In this world, countless types of silhouettes exist, many of which are generally the same.
What if Fiona Sutton herself made a mistake?
After all, she missed Yancy Hastings too much.
"Silly girl, don't overthink it. Things will pass, very soon."
Soon it will pass, and no one can stop the events that are about to happen.
"Are you really sure it's Yancy Hastings?"
Charles Northwood furrowed his brow. For someone presumed dead with no body found, everyone naturally hopes he's still alive.
"I said I'm not sure, but..."
Even though she's not sure, she firmly believes.
This ambiguous feeling is simply inexplicable.
"Alright, I understand. I'll look into it."
The underground business of the Northwood Family is now entirely under his management, so investigating these matters is quite simple.
"Okay."
Fiona Sutton didn't know why Charles Northwood had changed, nor did she know what connections he possessed.
What she knew was that Charles Northwood had many, many secrets.
