When Zahra arrived at the Mansion, she was welcomed by Anne and Zavier. The little boy waved shyly at her.

Zahra grinned, leaning to kiss the chubby cheek.

“You have a guest,” Anne said in a whisper. Zahra arched a brow. “He came this morning and has refused to leave since. Young masters Darius and Asher left for work. I didn’t find a way to get rid of him,” Anne sighed.

“I will handle it,” Zahra said confused. She never had guests. The only one that came was Darius several years ago. “How is Darius?” She asked timidly. Anne blushed, averting her gaze.

Zahra’s heart ached. “Is our little Zavier...