Fiona's gaze lifted.
Through the tinted glass, her eyes landed on a towering mansion painted in pristine white, standing proudly on the hillside and exuding quiet dominance. Built in sleek white stone and glass, it blended modern elegance with timeless luxury. Tall columns framed the entrance, while vast windows reflected the sunlight in brilliant shards. A winding driveway led through perfectly manicured gardens of roses and sculpted hedges, each detail carefully maintained. Silence surrounded the estate not empty, but deliberate, an atmosphere of power and exclusivity. Every feature, from the marble steps to the subtle gold accents, spoke of refined wealth where luxury simply existed without effort, cold, imposing, and silent.
Her breath caught slightly.
She stepped out.
The morning air felt heavier here.
"Miss, please follow me," Brian said, already leading the way.
Fiona nodded once and followed behind him, her steps steady but her heart quietly unsettled.
