Chapter 162: I Don't Care for This

Every reporter turned around, their eyes dripping with disdain as they stared at the two women in the doorway. The one who spoke was a woman in her thirties wearing a cheongsam. Her hair was coiled into a neat bun, light makeup softened her features, and the blue-and-white porcelain pattern of her dress perfectly set off her figure. Every gesture carried the gentle grace of a southern beauty. Drew Quipp leaned on her cane, a touch comical in posture, but the look she gave those reporters held open...