Chapter 214 Miss Yun is Already Dead_1
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She walked briskly onto the podium, with gold-rimmed glasses enhancing her artistic and delicate face, making her appear full of grace.
Her complexion was unexpectedly good, free of the slightest wrinkle.
The audience below were instantly shocked; they really hadn't expected such an outstanding woman to be so beautiful—this was beyond their wildest imagination.
"Hiss."
Leo Harrell's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at George Harrell beside him, "What's wrong?"
George Harrell's grip tightened, and after another look at the woman on the stage, his voice shook, "Chief Harrell... it's nothing."
Nothing?
He didn't look so distressed.
Leo Harrell didn't want to ponder too deeply. Today, he returned in high spirits, not knowing what magic had brought him here. He normally disdained such events.
The so-called speeches, they were just brainwashing.
Could you really expect someone to hand you their livelihood on a silver platter?