"Uncle, look! Amaya was fooling around with Marx." Zanzara passed her cell phone to Prince Ibarra.
Ibarra frowned when he saw the photo of Amaya giving a kiss to Marx. It was apparent in the photo that she was the one who initiated the contact.
"What do you want to achieve by showing me this, Zanzara?" Prince Ibarra sized up his niece. Was she jealous of Amaya?
"Uncle, I am just worried about my cousin. If other people saw such intimate photos, they might think that my cousin is throwing herself to a man." Zanzara spoke softly.
"Then, you should delete the photos now so it will not fall into the hands of unscrupulous persons." Prince Ibarra did not look up from the document that he was holding, but his voice was cold and domineering.
Zanzara did not understand her uncle at all. 'Is he asking me to delete the photos? Is he not going to discipline Amaya at all?'
