Chapter 103 - Old Madam Torres (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Although Lauren had come up with a plan, it was not so easy to implement it.

Firstly, she did not know when the person behind the scenes would send out another mission, and secondly…

After Lauren returned to the Torres family, she saw a dignified old lady sitting on the sofa.

Quinn was sitting awkwardly beside her.

It was four o’clock in the afternoon and Franklin had not returned home.

Mr. Hayes and the other servants that Lauren knew were not around either.

Ben came in a few steps later than Lauren as he had to park his car. When he saw Lauren standing motionlessly in front of the hall, he spoke as he approached her. “Miss Torres, why are you standing here? Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

Ben suddenly went silent when he saw the person sitting on the sofa.

He spoke only after a few seconds later.

“Old Madam Torres, you’re back,” Ben greeted respectfully.

Old Madam Torres’s real name was Gertrude.

Her personality was just like her name. She was very fierce, and she had a very imposing aura even just by sitting there.

Her white hair was combed very neatly, revealing her forehead. Although there were many wrinkles on her face, she did not look old. Instead, she looked elegant.

Lauren’s lively personality was suppressed in an instant.

Gertrude merely nodded her head lightly when Ben greeted her. Following that, she turned her sharp gaze towards Lauren.

The Old Master of the Torres family had passed away many years ago, and Gertrude had taken over the responsibility as the head of the Torres family since then. The Torres family was a big family and it owned a large business. She had long gotten used to her iron-faced appearance.

Sometimes, her stern appearance could save her a lot of trouble.

“Miss Torres, this is your grandma.”

Ben saw that Lauren was still standing in the same spot and did not greet her, so he quickly pushed Lauren’s back with his hand.

Although Lauren did not say anything, she was not afraid either. She just stood in the same spot respectfully.

She had already guessed the identity of this old lady. Lauren greeted her gracefully after Ben mentioned it.

“Hello, Grandma.”

Her voice was neither loud nor soft. It carried the innocence that a child should have, but it also had a steadiness that allowed no one to question it.