Ah.
Since Rida’s birth, Cesare and Zahir hadn’t really had any alone time.
Even in bed, the child was always between them.
Appreciating the secretary’s thoughtfulness, Zahir smiled quietly and stepped out of the car.
Watching the black car carrying Rida drive away, Zahir then scanned his surroundings with a tense expression.
Fortunately, in this country, Zahir al-Tamid wasn’t particularly famous—except when seen with Cesare.
Given the current situation, no one would recognize him.
He entered the bustling cinema, where a long line had already formed inside to collect tickets for the premiere and stage greeting of Cesare’s film.
Thanks to Cesare’s manager’s arrangements, Zahir quickly received his ticket and entered the auditorium.
For the first time in a long while, Zahir curiously looked around as he made his way to his seat in the crowded, noisy space.
Among the attendees were both regular moviegoers and fans, evident from the actors’ names being mentioned here and there.