Chapter 68: The tattoo
The sound of Kiara's footsteps echoed in the hallway as she returned to the parlor. Her smile, warm and genuine, was a picture of gratitude as she thanked Enzo. "Thanks for letting your maid show me to the toilet."
With each passing moment, Aubrey's curiosity grew, a raging fire that threatened to consume her. But she played it cool, her expression neutral as she sought to initiate a conversation.
The smile that danced across Aubrey's lips was a fine-tuned performance, a mix of charm and calculation. "You look so much like your uncle, Doctor Einstein," she said, the lie tasting sweet on her tongue.
Kiara, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. "My uncle?" she echoed, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Aubrey's gaze was unwavering, her eyes like twin daggers that sought to pierce the veil of Kiara's deception.
