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Zinnia said, “Yannis, you won’t believe this. My deskmate aced math, language, biology, and geography. I feel like my brain has gone missing.”

With the parent–teacher meeting matter resolved, Zinnia let it go. She wasn’t one to be petty. Once something was over, she wouldn’t think about it.

She propped her chin in both hands and watched Yannis tidy up the desk while sharing school stories with

him.

She felt her deskmate, Lydia, was absolutely brilliant. Zinnia even felt lucky and honored to be sitting with her.

In fact, Zinnia didn’t feel a trace of jealousy. Lydia was always buried in books, so Zinnia felt Lydia deserved top scores.

“You’re amazing, too. You’re great at medicine and playing the zither,” Yannis said.

As Yannis watched her share so animatedly, a warm sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

“It’s all thanks to Master. He’s the absolute best. There’s nothing he can’t do,” Zinnia blurted out.

Yannis asked, “Zinnia, did your master teach you to play the zither?”

He thought of everything that had happened over the past couple of days. Many things had taken place these days, and Yannis just hadn’t found the right moment to ask Zinnia.

“Yes.” At the mention of her master, Zinnia rested her chubby cheeks in her palms, and her expression was clouded with worry.

It had been three months since she last saw her master. She wondered how he was doing. Somehow, she felt so anxious every time she thought about him.

“Zinnia, I’ve never asked before. Do you know who your master is?” asked Yannis.

Yannis sat down, and his expression turned serious as if he was preparing for a meaningful conversation.

Not long ago, he investigated the small town where Zinnia used to live. It was a renowned large–scale herb cultivation base that supplied both the government and major pharmaceutical companies.

Fields of medicinal herbs stretched as far as the eye could see. They were all in Zinnia’s name and were transferred to her a year ago when she turned sixteen.

was extraordinary. Even the Shaw family paled in

the fields before, it was

family, she would still be worth a fortune and have nothing

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nor cared about any of this. All the

her master.

bit her lip and wondered what kind of person her master

know what kind of person he is. All I

had asked about Zinnia’s master multiple times, almost as

this, Zinnia grew guarded. She thought, ‘Master told me not to look for him. Is Yannis trying

you no harm. It’s just that your master might very well be the person Jackson and

Scar Cream and the massage techniques you taught Grandpa, only the person we’ve been

wariness. He realized Zinnia still didn’t fully trust him, and a bitter

instantly guarded about anything related to her master whenever the

from Yannis’s words that he wasn’t against

of the Moore family. He

master. She guessed her master was most likely from the

Zinnia’s hands clenched involuntarily.

said, “I don’t know my master’s name. We grew up in that small town. Aren’t the Moore family supposed to be abroad? Why would my master have anything to do with

“Zinnia, I have a family portrait of the Moore family. Your master should be around

found a picture where there was a handsome man, a pretty woman, and a good–looking

the photo, the woman sat on a bench, while the man and the boy stood on either side of her. All three faced the camera. The woman was beaming, while the man

smiles.

of this family

tumultuous that any photos of them once circulating online had long

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clean. Zinnia had searched in vain for

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host of the Moore family, Richard Moore. His wife and son were kept well

always ways to get the photos. Just a couple of days ago, Yannis managed to get his hands on the photos through

locked onto the boy in the photo. The boy looked no older than seven, but his features were incredibly delicate. One could glimpse the striking beauty he would grow into. His face was refined, and

like she could

in

He always wore a mask, explaining it was to avoid scaring people because his face was

Her master was so good–looking. Even though she only saw his face a few times,