บท 287: Meeting the Wests(2)

"You look like a copy of your mother. Has anyone ever told you that?" He remarked, looking her up and down in a way that made the hairs on her skin stand.

"So you know my mother. I don't know whether to be repulsed or horrified." She ignored the hand that he had presented for a shake. "My mother has nothing to do with this meeting so can we keep her out of this?"

"Gladly." He retracted his hand as though he didn't realize he had been ignored. He spun on his heel and took a seat, still eyeing her creepily. "After all, you are sexier."

"Can I kill him?" Zaria wanted to die. She should have known this was a bad idea.

He held her hand, knowing how pissed off she must be. "When the time is right, you will not need to do it yourself."

"I'm still here," Gabriel announced his presence.