Her voice was not loud, but clear and clean.
Did Jackson's expression just now give away that it was Evangeline?
He turned around, looking for the source of the voice, and his gaze focused on a masked woman sitting in the corner of the meeting room.
The woman was wearing a black one—shoulder evening gown, with a black hollow half—face mask, her slender neck and jade—like shoulders exposed to the air, shining white.
She was like an elegant Black Swan, exuding an air of nobility and aloofness all over her body.
"It was Evie," Jackson stood up, but was stopped by Aveline.
"Jackson, how could she be Evangeline? She doesn't even look like she can't hear. Besides, without an invitation, Evangeline can't come in. One invitation can only bring one family member. Let's hurry up and take
