AGATHA
"Sir!" I exclaimed in surprise as I heard what he said.
"Yes, it's me, Agatha. I am also the only one who knows your true and complete identity, even the one who sent your picture with your caregiver back then in the mansion and raised you in your hometown," my economics professor replied.
My eyes shifted between the two people in front of me. I still couldn't believe it, but I became even more interested in finding out what Sir Villanueva really knew about my true identity.
"Sit down," said the professor I was speaking to, pointing to the table where I came from earlier.
The snobby woman I first talked to also grabbed a book from the rack and sat at the other table, pretending to read, so as not to raise any suspicions that she was here because of Mr. Villanueva.
At first gla
