This... this...
Everyone was as if they had seen a ghost, pointing at the person kneeling on the ground, collectively petrified, tongue-tied, mouths agape, not knowing what to say.
Wait a minute!
This must be a dream!
Everyone had only one thought, but when they closed their eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of them hadn't changed at all.
"Mr. Thatcher?"
Someone finally woke up from the shock and exclaimed.
The person kneeling on the ground was indeed Edgar, the chairman of Goldsand Corp.
But how could this be possible? What status did Edgar have? Why would he kneel here? Kneeling in front of this "countrywoman"?
Everyone stared in disbelief.
Peter was even more shocked, blinking his eyes, and blinked again... Finally convinced that the person in front of him was ind
