It was a black and white photo.
The woman in the photo had her hair styled flat against her scalp, which only highlighted her superior bone structure and features.
The photo lacked color, yet the woman's eyes seemed to hold all the brilliance in the world, dazzling and indescribably beautiful.
Her eyes penetrated the dust of ages, quietly looking, with a gentle feeling as if time itself was at peace.
This face was very, very similar to the star's.
Naturally, it also resembled her own.
"Is she the star's mother?"
Delra sighed deeply, his gaze filled with memories.
"That was probably sixteen years ago when I met her at a banquet." Recalling their first meeting, the stern-faced old man before them softened somewhat.
Sula quietly moved closer, ready to hear the story.
A successful and famous tycoon had a chance encounter with a downtrodden beauty at a banquet, and when a lecherous man harassed her, he stepped in heroically to save the day.
