Severine pushed open the door and stepped back into the office.
Three pairs of eyes instantly drifted toward her.
Henry, who was standing by the desk with a tablet in hand, merely halted his sentence for a fraction of a second.
His expression didn't falter as he gave her a respectful nod. To him, her new appearance didn't cause much of a stir.
Henry was fully aware of her true status, and he was Killian's trusted aide who had personally helped her with her new legal identity documents when she successfully awakened.
The lady standing next to him, a senior corporate executive dressed in a sharp, tailored pencil skirt, was an entirely different story.
Her red-painted lips parted in shock, her pen slipping slightly between her fingers.
Her eyes were wide, scanning Severine's hair and glowing irises with utter bewilderment. To her mind, the sight was an anomaly.
