Celia walked in as the bodyguards opened the door.

It was her first meeting with the old Mr Hemings.

But she had the feeling that she had seen him many times before.

The old man's mouth was crooked because of the stroke. However, his cloudy eyes still showed amiability as well as cunning. His gaze flicked over her, and suddenly, he became so agitated that he almost stood up.

"You, you ......"

He was tongue-tied, but now he was about to speak ...