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In the morning, Fathia helped a trembling Naomi in the kitchen. She watched her with fear and worry, especially when Fathia started slicing onions for seasoning. Occasionally, Clara Naomi would give warnings that only made Fathia burst into laughter.

"Don't worry about it. The kitchen and I are now friends," Fathia reassured her.

"Who's making friends with the kitchen?" someone said, causing Fathia's movements to freeze suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise and she almost jumped in her place. Why did she talk so carelessly while Kenzo was in the house? How foolish of her! Fathia cursed internally.

"Why, silent now? I heard someone talking about making friends with the kitchen. You, Anne?"

Fathia turned pale. Since when did Kenzo appear in the kitchen? Did he secretly eavesdrop on her conversation with Naomi? The well-dressed man with his long-sleeved shirt, who appeared out of nowhere, was now staring at her questioningly. Oh God!

"Maybe you mishe

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