The next morning, as Emma descended the stairs from her room, she couldn't help but think about the events of the previous night. She noticed a change in Nagid's behavior. He had always wanted to share a bed with her, but yesterday he had turned her down, something he never did before. It seemed like he was avoiding her. Had her charm lost its effect? That couldn't be possible because Nagid had always been drawn to her.
Lost in her thoughts, Emma failed to notice a banana peel on the floor in front of her. Just as she was about to step on it, something pushed her out of harm's way. Grateful for being saved from a fall, she was shocked by what she saw. She let out a scream, shouting for help and trying to get away from the figure.
The servants in the house rushed outside, alarmed by their young mistress's distress. However, they too froze in fear upon seeing the creature. Cecilia, Emma's mother, came out to investigate the commotion and berated the servants, questioning their ability to handle such situations. But even Cecilia was silenced when she laid eyes on the creature. Fear-stricken, none of the servants could move.
Nagid also appeared, curious about the commotion outside. He too was taken aback when he saw the creature. It was something one wouldn't expect to find in the city but rather in the forest. It was a fox with golden fur. Nagid was astonished because he had never seen such an extraordinary fox before.
Realizing that the fox had saved Emma, Nagid instructed her not to move and reassured her. Emma pleaded with him to save her, expressing her fear. Nagid promised to protect her and went inside the house to retrieve his gun. He returned prepared to fire at the fox but hesitated when he looked into its eyes. He sensed there was something different about this animal.
The fox's eyes were pure gold, matching its fur. Surprisingly, the creature didn't exhibit a wild or aggressive gaze. It seemed to be communicating with Nagid. The fox appeared harmless to him. Emma, still frightened, urged Nagid to shoot the animal and remove it from her presence. This brought Nagid back to reality.
He approached Emma and extended his hand, urging her to take it. Despite Emma's resistance and her mother's concerns, Nagid insisted they trust him and assured them that he knew what he was doing. He convinced Cecilia to go inside with Emma while he handled the situation.
With a calm demeanor, Emma followed her mother into the house, almost as if she hadn't been shouting at the top of her lungs just moments ago.
"You guys can leave too," Nagid said to the servants, who promptly left as soon as he finished speaking. They were too scared to stay in the presence of the creature.
Now alone, Nagid looked at the fox with great interest. He couldn't quite figure out why he felt like the animal was trying to communicate with him. "Now it's just the two of us. You want to tell me something?" he asked the fox. The fox arrogantly turned its face away, as if Nagid was just a servant speaking to a master. "You won't tell me, huh?" Nagid continued, but still, there was silence.
Frustrated, Nagid remarked on the fox's attitude, reminding it that he had just saved its life. However, the fox remained silent. Nagid decided to take action, saying, "I think I will have to continue what I started then. Come on, follow me." He started walking, but to his surprise, the fox remained on the ground, making no attempt to follow him. Nagid questioned why the fox wouldn't follow and warned that if it didn't, it might end up in a zoo or worse.
The fox made a feeble attempt to get up but couldn't. Nagid quickly realized that the fox might be injured. "Wait! Hey, are you hurt?" he asked. He carefully turned the fox over and noticed a deep scar on one of its legs. Concerned, Nagid wondered how the fox had gotten injured. Determined to help, he decided to wrap up the wound and planned to take the fox to the vet later.
Carrying the injured fox into his room, Nagid tended to its wounds. He couldn't help but admire its extraordinary fur. Suddenly, he thought he heard someone speak, but he was alone with the fox, so who could it be? Then it dawned on him—it must be the fox!
"Did you just speak?" Nagid asked, but the animal remained silent. Confused, he wondered who could have spoken if it wasn't the fox. Perhaps he was just tired from the previous day's work. "Guess I will have to lie down for some more rest then," he said, planning to take a nap.
"Humans are so lazy, sleeping at this time of the day," the fox remarked, causing Nagid's eyes to widen in shock. He had never seen an animal talk before, not in his previous life or now. Stuttering, he struggled to find his words. "You... you..." he managed to say, unable to fully express his astonishment.
The fox casually asked, "I what?" After calming himself down, Nagid tried to speak up again. "You can talk," he finally said. The fox confidently replied, "Of course I can talk. Was I created with a mouth only to eat with it? Not this one. I can talk, and very well too."
Curious, Nagid inquired about the fox's name. "Gold," it responded. Nagid questioned why the fox was there and mentioned that it had nearly gotten itself killed. The fox referred to Emma as an ungrateful woman, stating that it had saved her life and received such treatment in return. Nagid argued that the fox had scared Emma, to which the fox retorted, "How did I scare her? I am different from the other foxes. I am special," it said arrogantly.
Nagid couldn't help but think that this golden fox was quite difficult. He told the fox it could do whatever it wanted but reminded it to stay out of sight. The fox assured him that it could take care of itself and warned Nagid to be careful around "them," indicating that they, wont stop .
And make sure you stay out of their sight”
“They won’t spare you if you are not careful “
“Ermm, the ‘we’ you are talking about ,couldn’t be the ugly woman and the rude lady”
“Watch the way you talk about them”
“That’s my wife and mother you are talking about like that”
“Ha, a wife and a mother you have resentment for”
Nagid looked at the fox wondering how he knew his resentment for the Sam’s family.
This fox is not ordinary, so it’s no wonder ,it knew about his resentment for this family.
Nagid interrupted as he exited the room, only to hear someone complaining loudly. "He didn't kill it! What if it comes back to eat all of us?" the voice exclaimed. Nagid recognized it as Cecilia's voice, filled with concern and fear. Emma's voice chimed in, defending Nagid, "Mother, your health..."
Cecilia disregarded Emma's concern, angrily stating, "My health? You care about my health now when I'm complaining about how he didn't kill that dangerous animal?" Emma tried to explain that she had spoken up for the harmless animal, but Cecilia remained unsatisfied.
Nagid entered the room with a stern look on his face, causing the conversation to come to a halt. Emma cried out, calling Nagid's attention. Nagid questioned why Emma hadn't told him that the fox had saved her earlier. Emma, taken aback, claimed ignorance, stating she didn't know about the fox's intervention.
Nagid revealed the details, recounting how the fox had saved Emma from stepping on a banana peel and criticizing her for wanting to kill it in return. Cecilia interjected, insisting that the fox was still a wild animal and posed a threat to their safety. Emma, curious about Nagid's knowledge of the incident, asked suspiciously how he had known about it when he wasn't present in the room.
Cecilia also wondered about the same thing, pointing out that Nagid had been in his room at the time. Nagid found himself at a loss for words, uncertain how to explain his awareness of the situation.
"Nagid was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain himself. "Nagid," Cecilia began accusingly, "Did you plan this? You orchestrated everything, didn't you?" Shocked, Nagid did not responded as she continued , "If you had told me that your wife wasn't giving you attention, I would have done something about it." Cecilia blamed him for something he hadn't even done, and Nagid couldn't comprehend it. "So you think I planned this? And why would I do that? You think I would harm my own wife, the person I cherish above everything else?" "You might want more attention, for her to care about you more," Cecilia suggested, clearly seeing things differently. Nagid felt hurt by her words and responded, "So that's how you see things. Mother, I thought I meant family to you, but it seems I am still considered an outsider. You raised me, and you know me very well." Desperately seeking an explanation, Nagid asked, "Then how do you explain how you knew about what happened before we went there?"
Anna got out of a cab and entered an apartment building, feeling exhausted after a stressful day. She had dealt with a difficult old man, saved a man's life, and even received scolding from a friend. As she took the elevator to the second floor, she mustered the energy to ring the doorbell of Room 32. A voice from inside asked, "Who is it?" "Just a minute," the voice replied. Anna wondered why this person always took so long to do anything. The door finally opened, and the person inside let out a high-pitched squeal, causing Anna to cover her ears. "Anna, you're here!" the person, named Bella, exclaimed. "Bella, can you just shut up?" Anna responded in frustration. Bella tightly wrapped her arms around Anna, exclaiming how much she missed her. Anna complained that she couldn't breathe, and Bella apologized. Anna then asked if she could come inside or if her new room was at the entrance. "Of course not," Bella replied. "Then why are you still standing here?" "Come in, come in,"
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"Family?" Kendrick was puzzled. He had no knowledge of Nagid's family. He had always believed Nagid to be an orphan, as he had been told since... "What family are you talking about?" Kendrick asked, confused. "You know your life is in my hands now," Nagid warned. "And I won't tolerate any lies here." "I promise you, I don't know anything about any family," Kendrick pleaded. Nagid began to feel confused. Had he miscalculated? Why did Kendrick have no idea about his identity and family? Could it be that, in this lifetime, they were unaware of his family? Wait, Tony would definitely know. That old fox. He remembered Emma telling him that Tony was the one who informed her about his family and identity. It meant that Tony was the only one in the family who knew about his identity. If Nagid wanted to know everything, he would have to start with Tony. "You don't need to answer if you don't want to," Nagid declared. "Nagid, for the sake of the love you have for my sister, please let me g
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The naive girl looked at the speaker who made the statement and was shocked. She knew a threat when she saw one. This person was no ordinary person. Her appearance was more captivating than anything she had ever seen. Her lips and eyes spoke volumes on their own. She possessed a rare beauty, one that could bring down a country. Although she had always been known for her beauty, she paled in comparison to this woman. The jealous and pretentious lady was none other than Emma herself. She knew Bella was the one who took the dress first, but she simply wanted the dress for herself, using other people. And she almost succeeded until Anna showed up. "As I said, her apology is accepted," Anna declared firmly. "There is no need for her to continue begging as if she had been bullied." The gathered crowd gasped when they saw Anna. This was a rare beauty, the kind they usually only saw in movies. But this lady's beauty was even more extraordinary. It was pure and commanding, something that capt
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