He was none other than Alex Rockefeller.

“Huh? Why is the rubbish Rockefeller here? Didn’t he already get divorced?” Emma whispered softly in surprise with shocked expression.

Anderson was also taken aback and subconsciously shrank his neck.

He was scared of Alex’s beating.

Although Emma's voice was soft, Alex heard every word in his ears. He turned his head towards her and took a glance at her.

This glance that carried an overpowering might instantly shook Emma, as if she had fallen into the ice cellar. A chill rushed from the soles of her feet straight to her brain.

“Are you Dorothy Assex?”

Ysabel looked at Dorothy, who walked in front of her, with a hostile face.

As the two stood together, the difference was obvious in that instant.

Not only was Dorothy half a head taller than her, but she even far surpassed her regardless of the facial features, figure and temperament, causing her to look like an ugly duckling by standing at the side. This made Ysabel filled with uncontrol