Be it his character or capability, he was at the top of his league. Was this what Confucius called a “saint"?
Felicia Musk pulled on Johnson Hill's sleeve. “Are my eyes playing a trick on me old man? Why, why does the chief officer in charge on the stage looks like our Thomas?"
It was not that she did not recognize him, she just dared not.
What was the status of the chief officer in charge? He was Felicia’s son-in-law and yet, she had no idea. Heh, even if she told someone that the chief officer in charge was her son-in-law, would anyone believe in her?
Before Johnson replied, Harvard who was beside him spoke up, “That is indeed Thomas, aunty. It cannot be wrong, because I bought that very suit he is wearing!”
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