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None of the women were a drop near the refinement of the crone. It was like a pigment of the bookclub movie. They seemed to be in their 70s. "He's fine, no need to be a bunch of squawking mother hens here." Ethel grumbled. "Why did you poke your head in front of him that way?!" The woman who had yelled barked out. "I wanted to listen in on what he was yappin' about on his phone Doris." Ethel replied, with a roll of her eyes. To see an old lady display sarcasm in such a way amazed him. And she executed it perfectly.

But still, sorry. The woman was mature, around fifty years old. She was clearly a wealthy lady, and that could be told just by the clothes she wore. A pink dress, with haute couture details and a matching scarf. She was a woman with a soft, pretty face, few wrinkles and few gray hairs. She was a classic beauty, with lace gloves and a bow in her hair, as if her style was stuck in the eighties. Blair recognized Dorothy Banks's face at once. She was a very elegant figure, and certainly unmistakable. She felt bad, truly, for staining the woman's dress, but she had a script to follow.

He seemed puzzled but shrugged and let us into what looked to be a large living room. A large coal fireplace sat embedded into one of the wider walls, though it wasn’t on because of the summer heat. Next to it was a single sofa chair and a rocking chair. Within was an ancient woman. I couldn't guess as to her age, but she had to be at least in her eighties or nineties. As with the guards, I couldn’t smell the old lady, either. It was strange.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE Inside a dimly lit room, an elderly woman sat behind a massive desk. She was in her mid-eighties, her face lined with age but her eyes still sharp and commanding. In her hand, she held a small pill, and right beside her stood a cup of water. A maid stood nearby with her head bowed low, waiting silently for her to take the medication. The old woman threw the pill into her mouth, took a quick sip of the water, and dropped the cup back onto the desk with a dull thud.

he pinched my nose and smiled before whirling around to reach the driver's seat. The living room of Uno's house is busy. There are a lot of maids and organizers roaming around. A woman in late fifties is sitting elegantly on a single sofa, holding a cup of tea. I can tell that even in her age, she's beautiful when she's young and sophisticated. "Grandma, is anything alright?" Uno kissed her cheek and glanced at the organizers. This is her grandmother?

he stated firmly before abruptly leaving the room. Exactly one hour later, Mrs. Kate arrived, her steps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. She was a woman in her 60s, with silver strands of hair gracefully framing her face. Her piercing blue eyes held a wisdom that only time could bring, and a few gentle wrinkles etched beneath them. As she looked at me, a warm smile formed on her lips, radiating kindness.

The middle-aged woman is about forty years of age, with good looks, fair skin, and elegant temperament. At first glance, it's a girlish lady from a famous family. That face is seven points similar to Enzo. Alice guessed that it should be Enzo's mother. Worthy of being famous, the look of the whole body is different from ordinary people. There was still a man sitting on the sofa in the middle. He is an old woman in his 60s. Like a middle-aged woman, she has a very good temperament. Even if she is over hundred year old, you can see that she must be a great beauty when she is young.

There was warm soft light in the window. My legs were shaking. I didn't know what was inside. But I didn't stop. I slowly pushed the wooden door. It made a small creaking noise. There she was. Another old woman. Sitting by a fire. Her back was a bit bent. Her skin was creased like wrinkles on old paper. She wore long grey hair in a loose braid, and her eyes—her eyes were deep, as if she had lived through many lifetimes. She stared up at me and frowned.

The sound held absolutely no humor. “You think I’m comfortable?” For the first time all night, the billionaire actually looked guilty. Not enough to answer her questions. But enough to notice. A woman appeared from another room. Elara immediately tensed. The woman looked to be in her sixties. Silver hair. Kind eyes. Elegant posture. She stopped the moment she saw Elara. Shock flashed across her face. Pure shock. The older woman stared. Then stared some more. As though she’d seen a ghost.