Chapter 34. Andrew’s Mother (2)

"Her name is Soffia Catleya Bahar." Cedric suddenly appeared about ten minutes ago with this file. He handed one file to me around noon. "And Andrew was right, I think you need extra protection."

I frowned. "That's a bit excessive."

"After two incidents, sis. Twice, and you didn't even talk to me?" Cedric could be a bit hysterical at times. Proving this, he raised his voice, then slumped into the chair in front of my desk. He roughly massaged his forehead, his worried expression evident. "Sis, Phillip isn't just an ordinary old man. If it were just an old grandpa waiting to die with his wealth, I wouldn't be this concerned."

"She's beautiful, huh," I commented, disregarding Cedric's statement. When I looked at the portrait of the middle-aged woman sitting in a corner of the café, as shown in the file. The picture seemed intentionally taken, as her smile was directed straight at the camera. This photo looked like a personal collection that Cedric had somehow acquire