[Beverly Hills — Natasha's Mansion]
Sitting on a sofa in her living room, with her legs crossed and holding a book in her hand, Natasha was bathing in the sunlight that ushered through her balcony, her hair shining in the golden luster of the burning sunlight.
The sun had already gone high up in the sky and the day had started for many, all of them on their way to their individual works.
Standing behind the sofa Natasha sat on, a mature woman wearing a black suit with a pair of tight pants could only direct a bitter smile toward Natasha.
Sniff~
Natasha's smile trembled ever so slightly and she averted her eyes while acting as if she had heard nothing and that the earlier sound of someone sobbing had just been an illusion.
"Sister~~ I am sorry."
"Hehh…"
Natasha simply sneered at the pitiful tone of the girl's voice and turned the page of her book.
"Stay like this for two more hours then we will start our combat training."
"Ugh…"
