For a long, drawn-out moment, the woman's hand hovered near the drawer, the air thick with tension as Serena stared at it. Nvidia seemed intent on doing everything slowly, as if drawing out the suspense. And then, without warning, she pulled it open, revealing nothing but a stack of old files. Serena exhaled, her body relaxing slightly but her gaze still sharp, watching the older woman carefully.
Nvidia chuckled softly, her fingers skimming through the papers in the drawer, as if enjoying the moment. "Relax, Miss Serena. I'm not here to harm you—at least, not in the way you're expecting... for now at least. No doubt, my ultimate goal is to get rid of the last of Edwina's blood line, but I think I am not in a hurry anymore. Escpecially after just now. You seem to admire Edwina. Do you... look upto her?"
Serena frowned. There was some odd note in the older woman's voice that confused her. What did she mean by the question?