The black sedan drove up to the giant mansion as Oliver observed everything around.
The mansion was huge, as you would expect. It was created with a blend of cultural styles from both the East and the West.
It was the epitome of luxury and grace.
Oliver felt small in its presence.
Once the car stopped, he alighted with a frown.
Before him, a few dozen people stood, their hands clasped in front.
'Hm?' He turned to look at Yuna.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know," Yuna said and quickly pulled him to the side.
The people standing in front of the mansion were her family members, maids, butlers and security guards. They seem to be waiting to welcome someone.
…And Yuna was sure it was not Oliver they were welcoming.
'Is Grandfather coming here today?'
Even the guild leader of Nova Rift, her uncle, didn't receive a welcome like that. So, she assumed the worst.
*Gulp*
