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CHAPTER SIX<br />

11 NASSIM ROAD, SINGAPORE<br />

Winding through the heart of Bukit Timah, Nassim Road was one of the few long,<br />

picturesque streets in Singapore that still retained a feel of graceful, Old World exclusivity<br />

with its parade of historic mansions converted into embassies, tropical modern<br />

bungalows on crisp manicured lawns, and stately Black and White houses left over from<br />

the colonial era. Number 11 Nassim Road was a particularly fine example of Black and<br />

White architecture, as it had only changed hands once since it had been built a century<br />

ago. Originally commissioned by Boustead and Company, it had been purchased by S. K.<br />

Leong in 1918, and every original detail had been preserved and lovingly maintained since<br />

then by three generations of Leongs.<br />

As Astrid pulled up the long driveway lined with Italian cypresses to the home where<br />

she had grown up, the front door opened, and Liat, the majordomo, gestured for Astrid to<br />

come down. Astrid frowned—she was picking up her mother to visit Ah Ma at the<br />

hospital, and they were already running late for the morning briefing with Professor Oon.<br />

Astrid left her dark blue Acura in the arched porte cochere and entered the foyer,<br />

bumping into her sister-in-law Cathleen, who was seated on a rosewood stool lacing up<br />

her walking shoes.<br />

“Morning, Cat,” Astrid greeted.<br />

Cathleen looked up at her with a strange expression. “They’re still eating. Sure you<br />

want to show your face today?”<br />

Astrid figured that Cathleen was referring to the Isabel Wu fiasco the other evening.<br />

With all the attention focused on her grandmother, the incident had gone unmentioned<br />

by her parents, but she knew that wouldn’t last long.<br />

“It’s now or never, I guess,” Astrid said, bracing herself as she walked toward the<br />

breakfast room.<br />

“Godspeed,” Cathleen said, grabbing her battered Jones the Grocer shopping bag * as<br />

she went out the door.<br />

Breakfast at Nassim Road was always served in the glassed-in summer porch adjacent<br />

to the drawing room. Boasting a circular marble-top teak table from the Dutch Indies,

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