The only people who could attend the banquet and discreetly make off with her phone were the Nathan family's bodyguards.
Her father had told her that the family's bodyguards could do more than just protect people; they were even capable of killing.
'Looks like I need to go have a chat with that lovestruck fool who's impersonating me.'
Meanwhile, Sharon Quincy was in a corner of the banquet hall.
A bodyguard respectfully handed her the phone.
By the time Sharon Quincy took the phone, it was already unlocked.
She gave the bodyguard an appreciative look. "Not bad."
Sharon Quincy was scrolling through the phone, about to open Cecilia Nathan's contact list, when a message popped up: "Eldest Miss, the person arranged by the Old Master has arrived."
'Eldest Miss, the Old Master?'
A name surfaced in Sharon Quincy's mind.
But she quickly shook the suspicion from her head.
'Impossible. Cecilia Nathan can't be Selina Nathan.'
