Kamila Zahir and Nancy Emmett walked out with distaste and headed to the deck for some fresh air.
"What a lunatic." Nancy Emmett sneered, "I can't believe there are lunatics on such a high-class cruise ship. The organizers are really not particular, letting in all sorts of people."
Her face reeked of disgust, disdain and contempt.
The mention of "mistress" brought back unpleasant memories for her!
"Mom, don't mind the lunatic. Look at her, not even fit to be a mistress!"
"Yeah, let's forget about it, so upsetting. Kamila, let's see who might be able to help us." Nancy Emmett suggested.
There were numerous people on the deck, some chatting, some drinking, and even some playing dice.
As the evening breeze swept over them, there was a sweet, lingering fragrance in the air.
"Mom, look at that man's suit. I heard it's customized, costing a lot of money." Kamila Zahir said mysteriously.
"No, he's too old, not reliable. Kamila, we have to find someone influential."
