Martin's eyes lit up when he heard that. "Where is she?"
"No trace of her whereabouts has been found. All we have is a picture of a little girl taken by a journalist while she was attending a dance performance."
"Send me the picture," Martin said eagerly.
He then received a message. He clicked it, and his eyes turned red immediately.
The birthmark was similar to the one on his mother's body and fell right on the girl's pretty back.
The photo was just a back, and he could not see the girl's face.
But from the photo, he could see the girl's figure was perfect, with a well-shaped waist and long legs, and her pretty neck had a few drops of sweat rolling down.
Martin smiled with relief.
If this was really his sister, then according to the photo, she seemed to lead a good life.
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