q“Let's ask Mr. Lindberg.” Eva turned to Danrique.
She wanted to say something, but she was afraid of cutting him off.
“Are you bored, Ms. Cece?” Surprisingly, Hazel took the initiative to ask Francesca about it.
She stood up and approached them with a smile. “There's still half an hour before the show starts. I can accompany you two for a walk.”
“Sounds good to me,” Francesca accepted.
The three women stepped out of the lounge and strolled down the theater's corridor.
A dozen of bodyguards followed behind them.
“I heard that Ms. Cece is from Zarain.” Hazel started a friendly chat with Francesca. “My mother is from Zarain, too. I like it there. I visit the country once every year...”
“I see.” Francesca was looking around, searching for a spot to escape.
“What do you do, Ms. Cece?” Hazel asked again. “My specialty is business management, though I also have some interest in arts. What about—”
“I don't have any specialty,” Francesca replied plainly. “I do have some interest in jewelry and real estate, though.”
“That's pretty good.” Hazel was surprised. “So you studied jewelry and architectural design?”
“No, I just want to turn them into money,” Francesca answered casually.
Eva snorted. I've seen just how eccentric Francesca can be. You'll never guess what she'll say next, Hazel. Her mind is different from normal people's.
As expected, Hazel was taken aback by the answer. Still, she asked, “So you're in the business sector?”
“No, no, no.” Francesca shook her head. “I don't know how to do business. I just want to make money!”
Eva couldn't hold back any longer and laughed.
Soon, Hazel's expression darkened for a split second, because she felt she was made fun of. But, she quickly returned to her usual graceful self and smiled. “You're so funny, Ms. Cece.”
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