That's your cousin?

"I told her to just wait for me." Benjamin frowned as he recognized his cousin. "Also, where did she get that motorcycle?"

"That's your cousin?" Allen was in awe, a bit surprised now that he had laid eyes on Benjamin's cousin. He couldn't help but cast Benjamin a quick glance, making the latter arch a brow at him.

"Allen, I don't like the way you're looking at me. It makes me feel like you're thinking something bad."

Benjamin wasn't wrong. Although Allen might not have been thinking something bad, he was definitely thinking something offensive.

Benjamin and Mint didn't look alike. In fact, there wasn't even a slight resemblance, despite them being cousins.

"Let's go," Zoren prompted, holding his wife's hand.