Bab 147: 138: All the big shots gather together (Second update_1)

"She's not worthy."

Clement Atkins's words had a deeper meaning.

Allie Jones was pondering this when a beautiful woman gracefully approached.

"Master Atkins."

Clement Atkins looked up, "From the Watson Family?"

It was Alumna Palmer.

Despite the subzero temperatures outside, she was wearing a cheongsam paired with gloves and a shawl, her figure willowy.

"You remember me then."

Alumna Palmer had toasted Clement Atkins at a celebratory banquet, but not alone; there were nine girls in her group altogether.

She thought she had been remembered, her eyes filled with joy.

But Clement Atkins said, "I don't remember you, I recognize your brother."

Alumna Palmer had just entered the venue with her brother, Maxwell Palmer. She felt a brief moment of disappointment before sitting down and maintaining the poised demeanor of a noble lady, introducing herself openly, "My name is Alumna Palmer."

His gaze swept over her, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Dangerous, but captivating.