Kapitel 176: 096: Turtle Soup

Owen Moreland hung up the phone and looked up at the girl standing in the room, staring straight at him.

The room's color scheme was dark, and even the bright crystal lamp overhead lost some of its luster when its light hit the dark-toned furniture.

The girl stood in the dim light, her skin so white it was almost like pure white porcelain tiles, somewhat dazzling to the eyes.

Her eyes, clear-cut between black and white, were like large, round, shiny black grapes, conveying spirit and emotion, pure and beautiful.

Owen Moreland's deep gaze warmed a few shades, "Why don't you go to sleep?"

Amelia Clarke looked at him steadily, her lips lightly pursed, and for a moment, she didn't speak.

It was already almost ten o'clock at night, and a woman who would call Owen Moreland at this hour must be no ordinary one.

From Owen Moreland's tone of voice, it seemed the woman had decided to return to her home country for development but was hesitant, seeking his advice.