Chapter 753: Samuel Johnson's Son 1

Under normal circumstances, Amanda Smith would delete such emails, dismissing them as junk mail.

But today, for some reason she couldn't fathom, she inexplicably clicked on that email.

The email itself was empty, containing only a few attached photos. Amanda stared at those photos for a long moment, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Her heartbeat quickened, while her body grew progressively colder—a reaction to the extreme shock she was experiencing.

Amanda's hand trembled so much that she could barely hold the mouse. She stared fixedly at the photos, her lips quickly turning pale.

"Bang!"

The water glass on her desk shattered on the floor with a loud noise. Her colleagues who were chatting turned their heads in unison. One colleague who usually got along well with her glanced at Amanda's overly pale face and asked with some surprise, "Amanda, what's wrong with you?"