Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty-Three.

Anastasia's POV.

I watch the street of Los Angeles. It is so beautiful. This street in particular is beautiful. I cannot begin to express how grand it is. There is light traffic today, so I am able to intricately admire the fineness of the area.

Because the windows are tinted in a shade of black, the rays of the sun couldn't enter. The car soon stops at a spot. I turn my face to the other side to see a building, like the size of a bungalow in height, but in width, it goes a long way ahead.

After we get down, the driver calls my attention, "I'll be back here in one hour and thirty minutes precisely, Mr Nicholas's order. He expects you would have been done with everything."

"Okay."

The man shares me a light smile before he rolls up the car window and drives off. He looks like he is in his thirties, by the way.

"Guys, let's go!" I say with a heavy voice and begin walking to the entrance, but the kids aren't following me.

I turn to my back, and wave my han