The assistant had barely picked up the phone when a strange expression crossed his face. "Mr. Lucas, this call seems to be for you."

The receptionist had called to say that someone was specifically asking to see Ben Lucas.

Ben frowned.

This wasn't the kind of person he would waste his time meeting. If he entertained every random person who claimed they wanted to see him, his days would be endless.

But just as he was about to decline, the assistant slowly added, "She says her name is Winnie Lewis."

Ben's sharp eyes narrowed as a glimmer of light flickered across them. "Let her up."

The assistant nodded and made the arrangements. Ben immediately headed to the lounge to wait.

Before long, the door opened, and a woman stepped inside.

Ben's gaze landed on her face, and for a moment, surprise flickered in his eyes. "Your face..."

her build, she was unmistakably Winnie. Her facial features were strikingly similar too,

It was her aura.

have carried herself with such a sharp, cutting presence. At first glance, she gave off the impression of a sword unsheathed, gleaming with a dangerous edge. Winnie sat down on one

jutted out, her shoulder blades were more defined, and she had grown noticeably thinner. Even her demeanor had sharpened, and paired with her black dress, she resembled a black rose blooming

long time. I didn't expect you to still remember

was as good as admitting that

slightly, and he exhaled a deep breath. "It

why I look so different now, it's because I was severely burned back then. Seventy

spoke of her tragedy so casually, as if it had happened to someone else entirely. For most people, it would have been unimaginable to recount

detachment.

calm and unshaken, as if she were recounting someone else's

expression darkened, his gaze

still recognize me," Winnie

frowned and cut her off, his voice cold and deliberate. "I'm not

tone carried an unmistakable chill, a clear

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