He wasn't as gloomy as he had been before. Even when Katherine dragged him through the flames, he wasn't frightened. Could it all be because of this little girl?
"Tom, who do you think this little girl in Ori's drawing is?"
Theodore held the drawing closely, examining it repeatedly and carefully. He couldn't recall anyone among his family, friends, or business associates who had a daughter as beautiful as the girl in Ori's drawing.
"Chairman, this should be a character from a comic book, right?"
"Look at her face, her features, she looks like a doll. There is no such delicate child in real life!"
"But look, she's holding a knife, just like the one Ori brought to the hospital."
Tom was puzzled as well.
Reading the words written below the drawing—"I want her"—Theodore felt a pang of guilt. He owed Harrison and Orion so much. Whatever the request was, he would do his best to fulfill it.
"Take this picture and see if you can find this little girl."
A day later, Tom excitedly brought a stack of photos.
"Chairman, you were right, there really is such a little girl!"
"In the southern areas of Crestwood, Serenity Oaks Estates, the Nightshade family's darling daughter, named Xanthea. She's barely four years old this year, bright and lively, and absolutely adorable. She's a real charmer that everyone loves!"
"Oh?"
Theodore was initially skeptical, but upon seeing the photos that looked exactly like Ori's drawing, he was stunned.
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