The Khan mansion seemed to not have changed a single bit in the past eight years. The paintings were the same, and so were the decorations. Heck, even the staff looked to be the same.
It was as if the whole world had stopped moving in here and the place had been preserved as it had looked all those years ago.
The only difference in that room was Lalya Khan’s appearance which looked a little older and the beautiful Maya Khan who had bloomed into a mature flower after all those years.
“I welcome you all to this small and formal dinner party to solidify our future bond. I hope all of you would find this to your liking and look forward to our future cooperation.”
Laya Khan’s words were strong and attractive. Everyone looked at her with admiration and even lust. But it was not all because of her words and her beauty.