"President Sinclair!"
Lydia Bell saw Adam Sinclair come in and stood up from the bed in surprise.
But when she noticed the person who had just threatened her walking in with Adam Sinclair, her steps toward him halted. The surprise on her face turned into shock, and she quickly stepped back two paces. Her clear, bright eyes shifted from being full of surprise to being wary.
How could she forget? There were so many people in black outside; it was impossible for President Sinclair to appear here without reason.
The only possibility for his appearance here was that President Sinclair knew this group of people!
Realizing this, Lydia Bell shrank her shoulders back with a complicated expression, retreating to her original position. She pressed her lips tightly together, her whole body tense, watching them defensively, unwilling to speak.
