Chapitre 130: Chapter 136 Who was I that the youngest billionaire I know personally, would care for?

(JASMIN)

I was gazing leisurely at the picture frame that was hung at the suite's wall. It was taken from a long time ago and few lines of tearing due to the photograph's age were obvious despite attempts of restoration. The young boy in it looked snub and indifferent.

Must be Rhio…

As I looked at it, the hairs on my nape stood. 

It felt as if somebody was watching me.

Must be the old man in the photograph…

"Excuse me spirits…I'm just staying here for a bit…Don't--"

"And what are you doing here?" a voice asked.

Did the frame speak?

The boy in the photo looked like Rhio…

And it sounded like Rhio?

"The photo is speaking?" I was scared.

"Jasmin!"

I was surprised.

It knew me?

"Ahhhh!" I screamed. Was Rhio's suite haunted by the spirits of his dead ancestors? Was Rhio dead and was haunting me?