Chapter 9: Allergies
Naomi sat silently, staring at the unfamiliar road. "This is Mr. Zylan’s villa?" she asked gently.
The lady beside her nodded,
Calculating her surroundings, Naomi realized that escaping might be difficult, though not impossible. She turned to the woman beside her with a smile. "May I know your name?"
"Yes, Miss Naomi. My name is Rhea. I will be your personal guide."
"Oh, Rhea, does Mr. Zylan often come home late?"
"I’m not sure, but it depends. I’m not in charge of his schedule," Rhea replied politely.
"That’s fine," Naomi said, already calculating in her head. ’She said she’s not sure, meaning he must come home late most of the time...’A twenty-minute drive on a busy road, followed by ten minutes on a lonely road...’
Her thoughts were interrupted by Rhea. "If I may ask, why did you want to know?"
"Oh, it’s nothing," Naomi smiled. "I’m just curious about my husband-to-be."
Naomi was careful not to reveal her plan before it was fully in motion. "By the way, is there Wi-Fi? My data has run out."
Rhea nodded. "Yes, the Wi-Fi is always on in the mansion."