Issac's phone rang as soon as Zahra left. He picked up the call without looking at the caller ID.
"How could you fail?" Issac sighed as if he already knew who was on the other side of the call.
"Heh. No greeting, just direct complaints?" The man on the phone chuckled.
"She seemed just fine!"
"Oh, no. Trust me. She might be portraying she is fine, however, she surely isn't."
"Alright, then. Keep following her closely."
"Alright."
"Ah! Wait. What happened to that Crown Prince? He seems... unusually calm. To the point he even brought her to meet me."
"I couldn't figure it out yet."
"Investigate that," Issac ordered, hanging up.
"Where is His Highness?" Layla asked as soon as Zahra entered the palace.
"He isn't coming," Zahra replied, making her way upstairs.
She wasn't in the mood to listen to her young sister's futile talks.
Not after what she just dreamt of inside the car.
