Zenya’s POV
I poured water into the newly planted seeds and plants. I had to think of a plan where Greyson couldn’t reach me. But before doing that or whatever, I knew I had to find my passport and my luggage. Forget the luggage Zenya, it’ll only slow down. Just find the passport and get the hell out of here. You can do an MBA somewhere else. As soon as you vanish and go back to your country, Greyson can’t find you nor a hair on your head.
“So, you are our ‘precious’ Luna.” I turned around when I heard a female voice from behind me. The particular word she used was precious.
I looked up and saw that it was the girl who looked at me with gritted teeth and gave me an angry look from the day when I first visited the packhouse.
“Oh, hello. It’s Zenya and you?” I extended my hand forward
