Chapter 90 [Book 4 of Hiltons family]

“The woman scrutinized me from head to toe and from toe to head. I couldn't help but notice her raised eyebrows, giving off an impression of annoyance. Based on her facial expression, it’s obvious that she doesn’t like me. I ignored her irritation and I was amazed at the way she flicked her fingers like a candle, with her long nails painted in vibrant red, making them even more lovely to look at. On the other hand, my nails were embarrassingly short and uneven compared to hers because I often bite them.

I'm just a bit whiter than her, and her hair is straight and black, with a few strands that, I think, it seemed intentionally colored white. Unlike me, I was born with golden hair inherited from my mother. Because my mother is European while my father is Japanese. My height is one hundred sixty-seven centimeters and it’s not far off from the woman's height, so we're almost equal.

Perhaps, in my desperation to talk to Mr. Hilton, I didn't notice their presence behind my back. I wiped aw