Drive Her Out of Here

Nadi's attention shifted toward the source of the voice.

A statuesque figure glided into view, clad in an elegant long-sleeved lace gown adorned with intricate floral embroidery along the neckline and cuffs. Draped gracefully across her shoulders was an exquisite shawl that spoke of refined taste, each calculated movement radiating aristocratic poise. It was none other than Mrs. Rahman, Adi's mother.

Nadi's relationship with Mrs. Rahman had always been strained at best. To Mrs. Rahman, Nadi embodied the image of a ruthless schemer who would trample over anyone standing between her and her ambitions.

Mrs. Rahman and Adi shared remarkably similar dispositions, their minds operating on parallel wavelengths. They were, without question, cut from the same cloth as mother and son.

"Not planning to attend the overseas show today?" Adi inquired with detached indifference.