"Yes, Mr. Morgan," the assistant confirmed after flipping through some documents.

Hatred flashed in Ballard's eyes.

That bitch had caused his daughter so much harm. He really wanted to kill her right at this moment.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn brushed off the encounter, paying it little mind.

In the restroom, she stared at her own reflection.

The face that looked back at her held so much resemblance to Gail.

Could the two of them be related?

Should she try and find out?

She washed her hands and then dried them, walking out when she was done.

As soon as she returned to her seat, she noticed that Gail's face had suddenly changed.

“I feel so itchy," she said. “Is there mango in this mousse?"

Stunned, Selina looked at Lyndon.

“Lyndon, you ordered this. You know that she is allergic to mangoes."

He frowned. “I didn't order mango mousse."

"It's not mango mousse? Then why is she having a reaction? There aren't any mangoes in the other dishes either." Selina said.

Rosalynn's eyes widened at what Selina said.

How unexpected. She was also allergic to mangoes herself.

From their fondness of desserts to their allergies, more and more similarities were turning up between her and Gail.

"Let's not argue about this. For now, I can give her an acupuncture treatment."

Rosalynn stopped her train of thought, forcing herself to focus on the situation at hand.