In Kaitlyn Webb's eyes, everyone around her seemed to disappear; she could only see Morgan Benson, her Brother Morgan...
The distance from the door to the floor-to-ceiling window was just over twenty meters; Kaitlyn walked slowly, taking thirty to forty steps, each step feeling like walking on a blade.
The closer she got, the weaker her knees became, feeling like she might collapse at any moment...
Finally, she stopped three to four meters behind the man. Kaitlyn bit her lip, her whole body shaking more violently. She took a deep breath and softly called, "Brother Morgan..."
As soon as the woman spoke, everyone present looked surprised, all speculating whether the two of them knew each other!?
Morgan Benson, who was on the phone, paused, his tall body suddenly shivering. In this world, no one would call him Brother Morgan, except...
He turned around suddenly, his dark eyes meeting the exquisite face of the woman behind him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming—
