JAZMIN stared at Anya when Anya went behind the counter. Everything Ezequiel had told her last night came back into her mind. She couldn’t help thinking, who was Anya?
The real Anya Esguerra was already dead; then who was this woman?
At the same time, she was curious why Anya helped her from the very beginning.
Sighing, Jazmin withdrew her gaze from Anya. She was confused and curious at the same time.
“What’s the matter? You looked bothered.”
Jazmin looked at Anya. She forced herself to smile. “Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.
Anya smiled. “Nothing? You really looked bothered, Jazmin. I’m your friend. You can tell me anything."
“It’s really nothing,” Jazmin said. She smiled and continued her work.
Jazmin couldn’t talk to Anya without being bothered about Anya’s identity. T
