Bring It on!
A few minutes later, Cynthia was seated in the spacious and bright office. On the black leather sofa sat a woman of about forty years old. Her luxuriant curly hair naturally cascaded over her left shoulder, and a white dress wrapped around her graceful and enchanting figure.
She lazily leaned against the armrest of the sofa, and her every movement couldn't hide the inherent aristocratic air. She resembled an elegant Persian cat—graceful, noble, lazy, and alluring.
When Tristan introduced her earlier, he mentioned that the woman in front of her was his aunt, Lorraine Ford.
The moment Lorraine saw Cynthia, her eyebrows subtly raised, and a shallow smile played on her red lips. This nephew of hers, she understood him the best—he was naturally immune to women. So, the appearance of a woman by his side was indeed a rare sight.
No wonder Ryan acted like he had discovered some major news, constantly pestering her about it.