Japanese Cafe.

It was a tiny private room but decorated cozily.

The man sitting on the tatami, in tuxedo, looked like an elegant prince.

The fact was since his father passed away; the Thompsons were rich for a while. And the man in the room was raised up and educated as a noble man.

Sandra was thirsty. The man placed the hot chocolate in front of her, smiling.

"Did you receive it?"

Sandra gripped the silver lock in her hand in the pocket.

The one and only silver lock, which was made with silver thread by her mother when she was leaving with her brother.

She placed a look at the bodyguard at the door, and her fist got tighter.

"So... Are you John Wilson?"

No matter how she could have thought, it was still beyond her imagination that her mother left with her brother to marry Jon Wilson.

And her brother was sent back from abroad after more than ten years to handle Jon's funeral a

Sandra went to meet John by herself.

It was her first time to go to Wilson's mansion. She had never been there before.

There were four big families in Kanbley City, the Greens, the Wilsons, the Lees and the Kanavis. The other three families were against each other, except the Kanvavis that was aloof.

Since Clinton and Charlize had an affair, it seemed that the Greens and the Wilsons might cooperate despite their differences before. But after the holocaust in the Lees happened, no truce could be restored.

Sandra came into the living room in vintage decoration. John was enjoying his afternoon tea in the luxury couch.

Charlize was blindfolded with mouth stuffed and tied up. There were some men there to watch her.

The living room was lined with chairs on both sides. The relevant people and bodyguards were sitting there, gazing.

Her throat was dry, with her head lowered while being gaz

Clinton was furious because she admitted that they got married.

She knew why he was angry but she didn't regret.

On the contrary, Charlize was comforting him gently to say she didn't mind. After all, he made that decision because he didn't know she was still alive.

At the end Clinton calmed down and stared at Sandra fiercely.

"Charlize said she would go around nearby. You go with her to protect her. It is Gandpa's memorial day, but you don't need to come. Recently John Wilson came back from abroad to take over the Wilsons. I'm afraid they won't let it go after the incident of Jon Wilson, so you should be extremely cautious."

Sandra opened her mouth slightly in awe on her face, delicate but sullen too.

It was okay that he allowed Charlize to wander around on such a special day, but she was even not allowed to present.

She tried to speak for herself, but at the end she didn't say a word when she saw him freezing cold face.

That afternoon, Sandra accompanied Charlize to go through the entire Kanbley city.

In the salon, Charlize had the beautiful hairclips attached to have her hair sexily curled.

She looked at Sandra's reflection in the mirror.

"Sandra, I never thought you would be Mrs. Green in the period of three years while I was absent. As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"

Charlize smiled while talking, as if she was just making a joke.

But her eyes on Sandra was cold and sticky, making people uncomfortable.

Sandra straightened his back unconsciously, but didn't know how to respond.

She had the impression that Charlize was different from before.

Before Ms. Lee used to be arrogant, but too innocent to talk in that way, prying others.

Sandra told herself that it could be that the holocaust of her family turned her gloomier.

After having had her hair done, Charlize said she didn't feel well and need to fetch medicine at the pharmacy.

Sandra insisted to go with her but being firmly rejected.

Back to Green's Mansion, Clinton hadn't been back yet.

Charlize went to the bathroom immediately when she came back, so quickly that her purse was even not properly put at the table, so that it fell to the floor.

Sandra looked at the bathroom door closed tightly, and sighed to pick the purse up.

Immediately the bank cards and paper fell to the floor.

Including her medical diagnosis.

She didn't want to intend to peek, but her fingers stopped exactly at some words she laid her eyes accidentally.

"Abortion", "repair hymen" and other similar words popped up sharply.

So, she went to the hospital to ...

What on earth had happened during these three years of her being kidnapped.

Sandra was bewildered completely.

Exactly at that moment, the bathroom was opened and Charlize rushed towards her while shouting violently..

"What are you doing? "

Sandra put things into the purse and got up without expression to hand it over to her.

"Your purse fell to the floor from the table, Ms. Lee."

Charlize snatched the purse immediately and gazed at her.

"What did you see?"

Her eyes were like snake gazing stickily at her, which made her chill at her back.

Sandra looked straight into her eyes, calmly.

"I just picked it up for you."

Charlize smiled unpredictably after long gazing at her, odd but beautiful.

" Really. Then I misunderstood you. Thank you."

Sandra experienced many occasions of fighting and killing. At that moment she was fully cautious. Her entire body was stiff.

The doorbell rang at that moment, which saved her from the stiffness.

"Are you Ms. Sandra Thompson? This is your food delivery."

She was surprised because she didn't place any order.

She hesitated and frowned her eyebrows. She opened the meal box, with her back to Charlize to block her view.

It was not pizza, but...

Her hand trembled and almost tossed the box onto the floor.

Then she adjusted her expression on the face, while hiding things and a note into her pocket.

"Ms. Lee, I must head off to deal with something urgent. Please stay till Mr. Green comes back. It's safe here. Don't worry."


Japanese Cafe.

It was a tiny private room but decorated cozily.

The man sitting on the tatami, in tuxedo, looked like an elegant prince.

The fact was since his father passed away; the Thompsons were rich for a while. And the man in the room was raised up and educated as a noble man.

Sandra was thirsty. The man placed the hot chocolate in front of her, smiling.

"Did you receive it?"

Sandra gripped the silver lock in her hand in the pocket.

The one and only silver lock, which was made with silver thread by her mother when she was leaving with her brother.

She placed a look at the bodyguard at the door, and her fist got tighter.

"So... Are you John Wilson?"

No matter how she could have thought, it was still beyond her imagination that her mother left with her brother to marry Jon Wilson.

And her brother was sent back from abroad after more than ten years to handle Jon's funeral and at the same time to take cover the Wilsons.

What a ridiculous coincidence! She killed the step-f

Chapter 6 You Are My Brother