The man standing beside Cora Lowell had eyes as cold as daggers.
Without a word, he made chills run down his spine.
He instinctively took half a step back, his throat tightened, and finally closed his mouth obediently.
Cora Lowell stepped inside.
It was still early, and there weren't many people inside.
Only a few staff members were making final arrangements, whispering quietly.
A huge projection screen hung on the wall, scrolling through the foundation's rules and terms.
Cora Lowell stopped, quietly staring at the screen.
The man who always wore a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.
That was her brother, Isaac Lowell.
"This charity project... was planned by my brother."
"He was very talented from a young age, went abroad to study at 16."
She stared at the projection, her gaze gradually drifting as memories floated by.
"He couldn't stand Tristan running the company his way, wanted to come back and change things, put the Lowell Family on the right path."
