Just then, Aunt Wang passed by from behind.
Maya Monroe turned her head slightly stiffly, "What's going on here?"
She pointed at the wall, which was covered with close-up photos of her winning awards, embellished with elegant frames. It was placed in a very prominent position, almost visible as soon as one walked into the living room.
"This..." Before Aunt Wang could answer, a deeper voice was heard: "What's the matter?"
Ian Rowe was already walking down the stairs slowly, carrying a briefcase in his hand.
"This..." Maya pointed to the wall position, "What's going on here?"
Ian raised his eyebrow and glanced over the photos hanging on the wall with satisfaction.
The woman in the photo smiled confidently and radiantly, her dark eyes seemed to be adorned with starlight, with a black gemstone on her left ear lobe shimmering brightly.
Vincent's shots were quite good.
