Italya

Italya

The half-hour ride in his private jet felt like almost a year. Is that what it's like to be around someone you hate? Time seems to spin longer. Moreover, your every move becomes an exciting spectacle for him. Ah. Who else if not the Axe I'm referring to. Even now, he doesn't let go of my hand even though we're already in the car. But even so, I know that Axe is currently sleeping. The little snore from him proves it all.

"Your face is very familiar. Do I recognize you?" That was my question to Axe's right-hand who was currently focused on driving. When I met him for the first time, I felt I knew him very well. His tall slim stature, I guess his posture is almost like Axe. It's just that Axe is a little taller than him. I immediately thought of someone. Perhaps, is it?

"Yes, Miss. I am Edward."

Boom!

The name in my brain was one hundred percent accurate. I had expected it. But how could Edward be Axe's right-hand man? Didn't I know he was the little servant at uncle Danial's