In the hall, everyone turned their heads.
The woman wore a black combat suit, and her platinum blonde hair reached her waist.
Bier's expression changed, shocked: "Aunt?"
If Sinai joined as well, her chances of winning would greatly diminish.
No matter how confident Bier was, she dared not compare her aviation mechanics prowess against Sinai, who was already famous in the field ten years ago.
Upon hearing this address, the smile at the corner of the woman's lips gradually vanished, her eyes cold: "I am not Sinai."
Bier's body stiffened, feeling her blood turn cold.
She turned her head, seeking help from the Second Madam.
But even the usually composed Second Madam was shocked, clearly surprised by the woman's appearance.
The woman did not look at Bier again, turned instead, and smiled: "Just returned, haven't had the chance to congratulate my elder sister-in-law on finding her biological daughter."
