"Selena, what exactly do you want from me?"
Cloud Smith, one of the shareholders of Lopez Enterprise, looked at Selena sitting in his office with some impatience.
Ever since she stepped into the office, she had been mulling over what to say, as if the words she wanted to say were hard to utter.
Today was the first day after the Christmas holiday, and he had many things to handle; he didn't have time to wait for Selena to speak up.
"Mr. Smith," Selena took a deep breath, "do you still remember my sister?"
She hadn't slept well these past few days, with dark circles under her eyes. The thought that Isabelle might be her supposedly dead sister kept her awake at night.
"Of course, I remember your sister, Isabelle Lopez." Cloud frowned. "Hasn't she been dead for almost four years? Why bri
