"Kill me?"
Alexandra Lee seemed somewhat surprised. Keira Leaf flipped through the photos backwards: "Like her, or her, or maybe her..."
As the photos slid back several frames, each woman—whether sexy, pure, or dignified—was far more stunning and possessed a vibrant power unlike hers.
"All these women are much prettier than me—how can you be so sure that I can stay by his side?"
"Because you bear some resemblance to her."
No more had to be said, Alexandra Lee realized instantly, and once again scrutinized Jackson Sully's photo, with a glint of ambition flashing in her eyes.
"Alright, I agree, but I want an extra 500,000 every month—I need to hire bodyguards."
"That's possible."
Keira Leaf looked at the woman slightly bowing her head in front of her, gently picked up the warm water beside her, and turned to look outside the window.
