The receptionist's voice brought Jennifer back to the present. Jennifer reminded her, "He's Mr. Zack Clarke, the president of the Clarke Group. In the future, you must receive him kindly whenever he comes. If he wants to see Mr. Marsh, call me. I'll arrange it."
"Got it, Ms. Brooks."
Jennifer turned away but couldn't calm down for a long time.
She had never expected to stand before him and calmly talk to him one day.
In the Volvo that had become a receding form, Zack sat in the driver's seat and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The scene where he talked with Jennifer earlier appeared in his mind repeatedly.
An indescribable feeling surged in his chest. He felt like he was dreaming.
Jennifer's eyes looked almost exactly the same as his missing daughter's.
In his life, he had never seen a third person's eyes like theirs.
His memory flashed through his mind again.
"Michelle, when your mother was pregnant, she ate many grapes. That's why your eyes are so beautiful. They are black, big, and as shiny as black gems."
Zack used to praise his daughter that way while poking her nose tip and looking into her eyes dotingly.
However, Zack refused to believe Ivan's wife to be his missing daughter. It was too ridiculous.
Keeping rational, Zack believed it was because he had missed his daughter so much that he had an illusion.
If it was, why had Ivan done those things?
Ivan looked for the crystal and stole the toothbrush for the paternity test. Zack believed there must be a reason, wondering if Ivan had found something.
Zack suddenly saw the red light and several cars. He returned to his senses and stepped on the brake.
"Creak!"
The braking sound was thunderous.
His car almost hit the front vehicle.
The Marsh Group.
Jennifer returned to the vice president's office.
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