Margaret was confused. With her brows furrowed, she asked, "Madam, do you think their meeting at the Civil Affairs Bureau wasn't a coincidence?"
"In this world, coincidences don't happen often," Brenda said, her words dripping with intrigue. "If it is happening, then there must be something around that we have neglected to notice."
After taking a brief pause, she inhaled a deep breath before exhaling it out slowly. "Margaret, I think we haven't quite investigated the Winslow family."
Margaret's expression became solemn, and with slight hesitation, she said, "Madam, Winslows goes beyond our authority. We don't hold the power to investigate them."
"How can that be possible?" Brenda's tone held a subtle arrogance. Letting her lips curl slightly at the corners, she spoke with reason, "We have given our daughter, our precious treasure, to them. We hold all the rights to investigate their suitability for her."
If they don't hold the authority, no one else does.
