Natasha Ling

Drake's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Natasha Ling. She bore an uncanny resemblance to his former maid, Aunt Ling, someone he hadn't expected to encounter.

"Is this some kind of déjà vu?" he mused, attempting to comprehend the unexpected connection.

"Aunt? I don't have a nephew, though," Natasha Ling stated, confusion evident on her face.

"I'm sorry, but you remind me of someone I used to know," Drake stumbled, trying to gather his thoughts.

Natasha Ling gave him a puzzled look. "I see. Well, Mr. Chwe, could you please take a seat? How may I assist you today?"

Drake's suspicions nagged at him, yet he masked his unease with a professional demeanor. "I've been looking forward to discussing potential collaborations between our companies. Your agency comes highly recommended."