He made it almost to the end. And then he suddenly stopped.
One of the girls' hands were very different from the others.
They wore neither rings nor bracelets. Their nails were short, without polish.
The skin on his palms was dry and a little rough, and next to his thumb there was a small old scar.
Alexander unexpectedly took one of her hands in his own.
The girl shuddered slightly.
The millionaire ran a finger over the small scar and remained silent for a few seconds.
- This.
The room fell into absolute silence. Michael glared sharply at the guards. Several men exchanged glances.
"Sir," the assistant said cautiously, "it would be best if you knew something first."
— No.
— But this girl…
—I said I don't want to know anything before choosing—Alexander interrupted. —I've chosen her.
He turned to the girl.
— Remove the cloth.
Nobody moved.
— I said to remove it.
One of the guards slowly approached the girl and removed the white cloth from her head.
Alexander was petrified with shock when he saw the girl
