"Yes!"
"Go down."
The speaker was a blonde beauty, tall and possessing eyes like deep autumn waters - a serene and gentle gaze, yet carrying an ocean-like depth of sadness.
Standing by the window, staring at the blooming roses throughout the estate, the beauty turned around only after the footsteps behind her had faded, and gracefully, calmly, sat down on the nearby sofa.
She was none other than the current resident and only daughter of the Davis family, the sole child, Lisha Davis.
"Lily, are you really going to do that?"
A tall figure appeared at the door, seemingly in his fifties, but actually over sixty for years.
Looking at her father walking toward her, Lisha whispered, "I want to try."
The current head of the Davis family, named Ian, heard his daughter Lisha's words, paused for a moment, then said, "But if the chairman of Jiang's finds out, things might not end well."
