Chapter 488 A piece of crumpled paper

Staring at Joanne Leonard for a long time, Olive Browne caught something familiar in her eyes.

She asked. “You can’t...you can’t remember, can you?"

That was the face of Joanne Leonard for certain; she had read her profile for many times. There was a small mole under her right eyebrow and another on the tip of her nose.

The coldness and pride that she emanated matched every quality she saw in Joanne Leonard in so many video materials.

But when she spoke, she became...