Under the watchful eyes of Reed Morgan and the other guards, Dean Morgan, his face impassive, led the siblings into the reception room.
The room was formally decorated, with spacious, bright floor-to-ceiling windows and brown, glossy-grained wood floors. A rectangular wool rug covered the sofa area, soft and plush underfoot.
Several men in black stood inside the room, their faces expressionless and stern.
The smile on Leigh Miles's face faded slightly. She pulled Titus Miles along, and they sat obediently on the sofa Dean Morgan pointed to.
"Wait here a moment. I'm going to get the Master."
Leigh Miles nodded obediently. After Dean Morgan left, her round eyes widened as she secretly glanced around the room.
'This place is so grand!'
'It's even more impressive than the richest man's house in town…'
'This sofa is so big and soft! It must be really expensive…'
