Maxwell Peary hung a photo of Leon Blackwood, then stepped into the ward.
"Uncle, what did the director say?"
"The director will be here soon."
Maxwell Peary sat down beside her and handed over the phone.
"Do you know this person?"
Nia Mitchell froze for a moment, then looked down at the photo in Maxwell Peary's hand.
The man was handsome, but his gaze was extremely intimidating.
Just by looking at the photo, her hands started to get cold.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing Rabina Mitchell's unease, Maxwell Peary immediately moved closer and wrapped his arm around her waist.
Feeling the warmth from the CEO, Nia Mitchell carefully examined the person in the photo.
Then she shook her head.
"I don't know him, but his eyes are so..."
Such a distinctive person, if met even once, one would never forget him.
"Look again, carefully."
Maxwell Peary flipped through several more photos of Leon Blackwood.
"Wait a minute."
