Cecilia Vaughn couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at Zion Prescott for several moments, then turned her gaze towards Claire Sinclair's little boyfriend.
"Doctor Prescott, you and Jude Grant... are actually uncle and nephew? You don't look like it..."
Zion Prescott was so young, how could he have a nephew who looked at most two or three years different from him?
This hierarchy is just... too ridiculous, isn't it?
"Don't we? Jagger is the only son of the head of Grant Properties, and indeed my nephew, though the relationship is somewhat distant. However, our personal feelings are quite good."
Zion Prescott's handsome and elegant face broke into a faint smile. He glanced faintly at Claire Sinclair, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the woman's ashen, paper-like face.
Claire Sinclair's heart jumped into her throat in an instant, her lips involuntarily trembling, unable to meet his gaze.
It was only Jude Grant who first noticed something was off about Claire Sinclair.
