Oliver was already bouncing impatiently, holding the elevator for them.
"Mommy, Aunty Stella, hurry! My cartoon is already playing! I don't want to miss it!"
"Yes, sweetheart, we're coming..." Evelyn answered as she pulled Stella inside with her.
Stella's eyes, however, were glued to the sleek elevator interior, her jaw practically dropping.
"Wow, you're so lucky, sis. Your hubby must be the landlord here, right? That's why you live in this beautiful place?" She whispers again.
'Landlord? Heaven, if only you knew... Landlords collect rent. Axel collects dividends and more from his entire business empire. But sure, let's stick with the landlord; it sounds much less snobby and less terrifying for sure.'
"You're right," Evelyn said in a whisper, darting a glance at Oliver. "He owns many properties."
She needed to spoon-feed her sister carefully, a little at a time.
No sudden reveals.
