Chapter 391 Not Know Your Own Father

• Meanwhile, in an expansive presidential suite in Central Hotel, Dellmoor, Thalia was sprawled languidly on the couch, barefooted. Her striking red toenails accentuated her porcelain-white legs.
• The table in front of her was brimming with fruits and snacks which she munched on while surfing on her phone, making for a leisurely sight.
• As for Anthony, he was busy at the computer with Benjamin watching him closely from the side.