Cynthia’s POV:
Mr. Holt left after dropping me in the parking lot, but I had this one question in my mind that I needed an answer to.
"Why would Dad want me to participate in this contest?" I stroked my chin, keeping my head down when walking towards the entrance, thinking, "Of course, he's doing it for the money." I had the answer to the question myself.
My father was only interested in money. He would sell me even if it came to that point.
I had only walked up to the main entrance gate when somebody stepped between me and the gate.
"Move!" I didn't even raise my head and mumbled to Enzo. I recognized him from the hand tattoo.
"I'm only here to ask you about your wounds. Why aren't they healed yet? Did you not transition last night?" He sounded forceful when demanding to have a conv
