Chapter 6 You Are My Brother

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