Claire opened her sleepy eyes. And her gaze was met with a pair of deep, cold eyes. The man’s brows were sharp, and underneath his wolf-like eyes, was a well-defined nose with a sky-high bnridge. His lips, so thin that they seemed to have been shaved with a knife, were tightly pursed. Although he was in a wheelchair, he still managed to look intimidating, forming a little bubble around himself that no one was allowed to come near. “Yvonne Schmidt?” Claire only froze for two seconds before hurriedly sitting up on the bed. At a loss for words, she looked at the man. Claire nodded her head nervously.She had replaced Yvonne in marrying into the Yeich family, so naturally, she did not dare to reveal her true identity. “Hah!” Another tinge of coolness appeared on the corners of Mason’s eyes. He took an envelope out of his pocket and threw it down in front of Claire. Carefully picking it up to take a look, Claire realized its contents were photos and information about her little
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