Chapter 87

"Are you Sarah?" The woman dressed in a crimson-purple silk gown gracefully lifted her head. She watched the girl walking towards her, wearing sunglasses and a mask. Her slim, curved eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes full of scrutiny. "Mm." Sarah gave a nod to her and took a seat opposite to her. While Martha was observing her, she was also inspecting this Martha. In her forties or fifties, there were not many wrinkles on her face, her skin was excellently maintained, fair, and smooth. Her facial features were not exactly refined, but she had a certain air of inexplicable grandeur that hinted at her sophistication. No wonder, she was indeed the most prestigious woman of the United Kingdom. Before her marriage, she was the young miss of the Hunt Family, and the man she married was among the highest-ranking men in the United Kingdom. Women like her were like clouds high in the sky, an existence that most people could never get close to. Martha looked at Sarah who had brazenly taken a se