Chapitre 133: Never Too Late

  "Rosalind?" 

Clara murmured. She could not understand if Alexander was telling the truth. Clara looked at the lady who Alexander called Rosalind.

'Is she really Rosalind?'

'She is Rose?'

'Alexander's elder sister?'

Clara looked at Rose, who she had only seen when she was small. The lady who had given her a headache when it came to Oliver.

'Rosalind, Lin …'

Clara's eyes widened. No wonder Oliver came running here. No wonder even Evelyn was there, along with the whole gang. Everyone knew who Rosalind was.

But the question still remained. 'Is Rosalind a part of the gang? Is she their fifth friend?'

Clara looked at Rose, who was facing Alexander like a lioness protecting her cub.

"Rose, Eve is your friend, but she is my fiancee," Alexander said softly when his gaze fell on Evelyn, who was looking at him with a killing gaze.