Chapter 56

"What did you graduate in?" Fathia tried to steady her breathing. In front of her sat Kenzo, looking relaxed. He wore a black collared shirt paired with knee-length shorts and casual house sandals. Choosing a seat in one of the rooms where a non-functional large TV sat in the right wing, Fathia was instructed to follow him.

As Kenzo observed them standing in front of a large portrait of Alvin Mehram, his uncle, he didn't like it. They were strangers to him. Why bother paying so much attention to everything in this house in such detail? Walking confidently toward the murmuring pair, and sure enough, there was a visible flinch as they were surprised by Kenzo's approach.

"What are you doing?" Kenzo asked, his gaze piercing particularly at the green-haired village girl. Where was she from? A village? And her hair? Oh my God! Was she trying too hard?

"Apologies, Sir," Naomi quickly approached and lowered her head slightly. "I