18 Zed

Zed's POV

"Jamella," I mumble as I type on the G****e search box the name of the restaurant Ella and Kim talked about during the meeting.

Photos of both the exterior and interior views of Jamella then appear on my screen. I gasp in surprise. What greets my eyes aren't simple views of a common restaurant but the mighty elegance and luxury of a five-star establishment.

"Wow!" I turn to Ella, who sits by my side inside the car.

"What?" she asks, holding my questioning gaze. If she's amused at my surprised look, her expression doesn't show.

"You own this?" I ask, showing her the photos of my phone.

She nods but sighs afterward. "My father, but he left them to me when he passed away."

A glint of sadness flickers in her eyes for a mere moment. I get curious, so I hold her gaze.

"Sorry to hear that."

She chuckles, "It's alright. It's been years ago. I'm long past the mourning stage."

"How's your