'Nasir Fu'ad'. An old man's picture printed on the paper above his details. His hair and beard completely grey and wrinkles all over his face.
"Woah! Do you mean this old man is also my dad's foe? He's suppose to be thinking about his death not other peoples life" lamented Aliya and flabbergasted at the man in the picture.
"I guess just normal business fued" said yazeed. She turned the next page and a young handsome man with mischievous foxy eyes came into view and a familiar name was written below.
"Adam Samson"
'So this is him' Aliya thought to herself
"So what's the the fued ?" She asked
"I guess it's because his company also lost it popularity after your dad's own establishment, I'm not really sure" said yazeed unsurely.
"He's younger than my dad,it shouldn't be that or...whatever"
"So can we go see Fahad Rheema?"
"You mean now" Zyn asked her his eyes wide as if she's trying to do something illegal.
"Why not"