Like the sun, does he have multiple identities and secrets he wishes to keep hidden from others?
What exactly caused the injury to his leg?
Sumr Sutton pondered and couldn’t help but turn her head to look in the direction of the crowd again.
The man with the leg injury was sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by a large crowd. From Sumr’s direction, she couldn’t see his face, only the dark heads of the people around him.
Marshall Quinn ran to the front to join the excitent.
Shining Sky Group specializes in perfus, while Morningview Group started with gas. The two companies have no connection at all, so getting to know Shining Sky’s chief actually has no real purpose for him.
But who isn’t driven by curiosity?
A legendary figure—who wouldn’t want to learn more?
Although those surrounding Alexander Winslow were discussing business matters, their intentions were the sa as Marshall’s; they too wanted to learn more about this legend.
After all, eting a legendary figure once is already very difficult.
Now, with the rare chance encounter, how could anyone justify not taking a few more glances?
Perhaps they might even take this opportunity to gain so inside knowledge for their own companies!
Though the man in the wheelchair wore a mask, Marshall could sense that he didn’t seem to enjoy the bustling atmosphere around him.
His facial outline was tense, and he barely spoke after his entrance.
Alexander Winslow answered on his behalf.
But Alexander also didn’t seem to appreciate the commotion. Although he maintained a polite smile, it was quite stiff.
"I’m sorry, if anyone is interested in the new products of Shining Sky Group, you can ask . If there are no business-related questions, please allow us so ti to rest."
His words were t with unanimous disapproval from the crowd.
It’s widely known that Alexander has never managed the Winslow Family’s company, and when it cos to business, he’s considered a failure.
Asking him, could he possibly understand?
Alexander completely ignored the crowd’s looks, bent down to exchange a few words with the man in the wheelchair, and pushed him towards the rest area.
Marshall watched the two leave, and once they were out of sight, he imdiately turned back to report to Sumr Sutton about the interesting tidbits he had just learned.
"Miss Sutton, Miss Sutton, I’ve gathered so new information on that legend. Are you interested?"
Under normal circumstances, Sumr Sutton wouldn’t be interested in people who had nothing to do with her.
However, the man appearing today, whose appearance she didn’t even know, inexplicably piqued her curiosity.
Handing Marshall a cocktail, Sumr nodded.
Marshall downed the drink and continued chatting with her, "This newcor has the last na Jing, but I haven’t found out his first na."
"Really?" Sumr Sutton was sowhat surprised.
In her social circle, there were no friends with the surna "Jing."
Is there really soone in this world with a surna that she had never heard of?
"Very young, extrely young. Even though I didn’t see his face, I could tell from his facial outline," Marshall added.
"Hmm." Sumr Sutton responded.
"It’s said that the injury to his leg is congenital, he’s had it since birth. After eting Alexander Winslow, Alexander has been helping him with treatnt, but whether it’ll improve is unknown," continued Marshall.
"Congenital?" Sumr Sutton’s hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, a bit surprised.
"Yes, that’s the latest news I’ve heard," Marshall nodded, unable to resist lanting, "See, it just goes to show that when God creates people, he is still quite fair. He gave him perfect looks and intelligence but couldn’t give him a perfect body."
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