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Inaya’s POV

“Did you check?” Mother asked as I got ready to move out.

“I will check when I arrive at Sir’s house after,” I flashed her a smile through the mirror, “Tomorrow is the disciplinary hearing, hope you will come?”

“Inaya….”

“I will come visit from time to time,” I planted a kiss on her cheeks and walked out of the room.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to follow you?” Hayes asked out of concern as we walked to the car.

“I’m sure,” I smiled and hugged them one after the other, “See you in school tomorrow.”

“Good morning,” Nevan greeted, and opened the back door for me.

“I forgot to tell you, you will move with me to Sir’s house, so bring your things tomorrow,” I said as I entered the car, and he locked the door.

I didn’t bother to know the address; all I knew was that a driver was sent to come pick me up. The drive to Professor Marcel’s house was silent but my head wasn’t silent.

“Miss Inaya we are here,” Nevan’s voice brought me back to reality.

I smiled at him, “Don’t ever stop calling me Miss Inaya.”

The house was beautiful, from the gate to the main house had a very long flowery driveway. There was a water fountain in front of the house.

“Let me show you inside,” A middle-aged woman said politely, “Bring her things inside,” She instructed the other staff at her back.

The house was painted in white, beige, and blue, the interior of the living room was lit, and the chandelier complemented the look. The person who chose the interior had a good sight.

“Who…..”

“The madam already chose your room,” The middle-aged woman said as she led me up the stairs.

The living room has two stairs leading upstairs, “Who is Madam?” Oh please don’t tell me his family is living here too.

“Mr Beckham’s Grandmother,” The woman answered as she opened the door, “Here we are.”

The room was okay, it was the same size as my room at Dad’s house, the room was painted white, it was a master bedroom, I looked around the room and it had a walk-in closet.

“By the way, what is your name, and does the Granny stay here?” I questioned.

“Monica….”

“Do you have an issue if the old lady stays here?” An elderly voice said from behind.

I turned to see who dared to speak in that tone and from the look of it, I was so sure it was the old lady.

The room was obviously made for Karisa, “I don’t like the color of the room, instead of white, make it pink, the wardrobe should be white, I don’t like this particular chandelier, change it to something spectacular, the TV is too small, change…….”

“You haven’t even moved in, and you are already changing things. Does that make any sense?” The old lady asked, sounding irritated.

“This room was obviously made to my sister’s liking, so if I’m going to live here, then I should make it to my liking, shouldn’t I?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t change anything and move her things in,” the old lady said without hesitation.

“Nevan!!!” I called and he came running, “Get our interior designer and make them change this room to my taste, they have three hours to do so.”

I turned to the old lady, “I have taken care of it myself so you won’t have to spend a dime,” I smirked, “Monica, you can show me around the house.”

“One should always make a good first impression but yours was very poor,” The old lady said.

I rolled my eyes mentally, “You don’t know me, but from the look of it, you have already judged me from what you heard from your Grandson, and that’s completely okay, excuse me,” I said and walked out of the room.

“The room next to yours is Madam’s room, this room is Akira’s room, and this is Mr Beckham’s room.” I looked at her with confusion. “Akira is Sir’s daughter.”

Mr Beckham has a daughter, I didn’t think that. As long as I can remember it wasn’t announced on the news, only his divorce was announced back then.

“What about the other rooms in the house?” I asked. Why did he get such a big house if there were only three staying?

“They are free and anybody can stay there, sometimes Mr Zachary and Mr Nelson stay in one of the rooms,” Monica explained. I didn’t bother to ask who the others were.

“I guess that will be all, I will figure it out myself,” I said politely to her.

“Don’t just go around opening doors, it isn’t permitted here,” Monica said and I nodded my head. I didn’t know if she was warning me or informing me.

“Sure,” I nodded my head and began to wander around the house.

I somehow ended up in a place that looked like a showroom for cars. There were different cars of different colors and they were of different models.

Does he sell cars or what? All these are his cars, so why did he drive only a black Mercedes to school?

“What are you doing here?” I heard his grumpy voice from behind.

I turned to look at him with a scornful look but quickly masked it with a smile when I saw a little girl by his side, holding a teddy in one hand and licking her ice cream with the other hand.

“Who are you?” Her tiny voice asked.

“Hello baby,” I waved at her and Marcel stood in front of her, shielding her from me, “Oh, I see how it is.”

“Take her inside,” He instructed Monica. The child looked at me one more time before she followed Monica away.

“I asked what you are doing here?” Marcel repeated what he said earlier.

“Is this where I will be parking my car?” I answered his question with a question of my own.

“Leave,” He said, “I don’t want you wandering around my house, you have a room so stick to your room.”

I took a step closer to him, “Aren’t you too old to be fighting a young girl?”

He took a step, backing away from me, “There are rules to be followed in this house. I will have Monica deliver them to you.”

I smacked my lips together, “Sure thing, I will also make rules so you can follow them.”

“Don’t think I will call off the disciplinary hearing just because you live in my house,” Beckham said with a straight face and I burst into laughter.

“Mr Marcel Beckham Henderson!” I yelled out his full name, “I do not care about that, just do you and I will do me.”

“Don’t yell in this house,” He frowned.

“I have to yell so you can hear me clearly,” A bold smirk made its way to my face, “I hope you understand and also I won't be home later tonight.”

Marcel put both hands inside the pockets of his trousers, “The gates to the house are locked by 10 PM and can only be opened if there is an emergency, so if you aren’t back by then, don’t bother to come back here, just sleep wherever you are going.”

I scoffed mentally, What a stupid rule. “Let’s see how long that will last. I rolled my eyes and walked away.