Violet Foote slightly furrowed her eyebrows, and at that moment, a voice suddenly inserted, "How about I provide an explanation to everyone?"
Everyone present instinctively looked towards the voice, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadowy corner where the light was obscured.
The crowd involuntarily held their breath, quietly watching Charles Foote walk step by step towards the podium from afar.
Violet stared blankly at the approaching Charles Foote, as if witnessing a timeless ancient painting come to life from virtual to reality.
Ever since that time Charles kissed her, she found it difficult to regard him as just an elder brother anymore.
Although Charles Foote didn't appear very often, most people in the Capital City knew he was the young master of the Foote Estate.
The reporter who had just asked a question began stammering inexplicably upon seeing Charles Foote.
"Foote, Foote, I wonder what explanation Young Master Foote can provide us?"
