Trevier and Harlow had no doubts about Clara's identity, and when they heard Clara's name, Trevier nodded solemnly.

'That's right. It must be her child,' she wondered.

Harlow suddenly realized. "I said she looked a bit like our former boss."

Trevier helplessly rubbed his forehead. "Don't blame him. He's just a bit slow to react."

The belatedly aware Harlow gave an awkward smile.

"After all, your mother was formidable with her fighting skills. She could be said ...