A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged woman’s eyes before she realized something and asked tentatively, “Ma’am, are you Mr. Thomson’s wife?”
“Yes.” Aria nodded, and then asked rhetorically, “How do you know him?” An ordinary woman in a civilian district, by definition, couldn’t know Jake.
Jake was very private person even he was a billionaire.
But she had guessed Aria identity directly through Shane, which was a surprise to her. It seemed that this middle-aged woman was not simple.
The middle-aged woman lowered her eyelids, seemingly torn about something, and after a few seconds, she suddenly cried, “Mrs. Thomson, I beg you, please save my daughter.”
“What?” Aria was confused.
Weren’t they talking about how she knew Jake? What was going on?
Shane suddenly remembered something and pulled the corner of Aria’s shirt, “Mommy, he has the same last name as Angie Chavez?”
Hearing that, Aria’s face changed, “So you are…”