Mercedes' POV “Why can't we meet the guests Miss Mercedes?” Penelope asked me from her place by the window.“Because your daddy doesn't want you to,” I told her and she turned to me with a small frown on her face.“But why?” She probed further.“That's a question you have to ask him,” I told her and she pouted before she turned back to stare out the window.I dropped the book I had been reading and approached her.The guests were arriving in flashy cars which spoke volumes of wealth and affluence. Whoever they were, they must be pretty important.I recalled Mr. Ford's orders and I couldn't help but wonder why he felt a need to hide his children from the visitors.Were they dangerous?“I'm done,” Carter announced from where he had been drawing by the table.“Let me see,” I moved towards him and my brows furrowed as I stared at the image he had created.It was the same wolf, only this time there were two smaller wolves and one stickman who appeared to be a woman.“This is…unique,” I co
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