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She smirked and nodded, then she took her phone and dialed a strange number. Mrs. Walter was just heading inside when she found two leather Gucci bags by the entrance. Uncle Mark rushed down the stairs, humming a sea melody. Her eyes fixed on his beaming face. "Shit! You scared me," he yelled, as he froze on the steps. Mrs. Walter smiled, then stared at the bags.__"So... you're off then?" she asked. Uncle Mark cleared his throat, his eyes glancing at her as he walked toward the entrance. He gazed at one of the maids passing by holding a tray.__ "Yeah! This place haunts me," he gasped, fixing his hands in his pockets.

I just hope it was enough for us, Becca mused before the butler came into the library as Becca was looking at her rings. "Milady, there is someone that wanted to see you. Do you want to meet them?'' The butler asked Becca before she was snapping her head to the door. She closed the book that she was reading before she stood up from the divan. Her skirts rustled. "Who are them?" She asked before she was putting the book on the bookshelves before the guest was coming into the room. Becca blinked before the young queen of Niapachad Island was smiling at her.

I will hire more maids to take care of the mansion. Aunt Becky smiled brightly and said, “Alright, I will do it.” Then they hung up. Everyone was dumbfounded. They looked at Mrs Phillips in a different light. Mrs Phillips was so scared when she heard her name being mentioned. She shook her head and said, “I swear, Mr Stanton, Zara didn’t discuss her evil plan with me. She is lying.” A surge of anger rose in Harvey’s heart. He ignored Mrs Phillips and asked, “Do you know that the peanuts were coated with lethal poison?”

"Ladies, have you tried the cake? Paige and I baked cookies and cup cakes." "Um, that's great." Mrs. Scarlet tasted a piece of cake and complimented it. She had to admit that Paige was very good at cooking. After all, she was from the countryside, so she was good at cooking from a young age. "Fahasa, come sit here." Mrs. Gwen was Mr. Richard's wife, and she was quiet and gentle. She softly called her daughter to sit down next to her, then motioned for her to give the gift she had prepared.

The house has a vintage yet modern feeling to it. "Mama do you know where I put my curling iron?" Becca screams from the top. "I'll be right down with you sweetie, let me go and help your date up there before she loses her mind" the older woman laughs as she goes up the stairs. 5 minutes pass and I hear foot steps coming down the stairs. "She'll be down in a bit. Oh and I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Maria, Becca's grandmother" she says taking my hand.

There's even a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor, wrapped around a glass chandelier. I pause. "Jesus... this place is huge. And so damn pretty. Everyone here looks so... expensive. I feel cheap just standing near them." Zayne chuckles and before he can make some smart comment, a voice calls out. "Mr. Beaumont!" A salesgirl in a sleek black uniform walks toward us with that trained retail smile. Her name tag reads Marge. "Welcome back," she says cheerfully. "It's lovely to have you here again. Would you like something to drink? Water? Juice?"

Every head turned when she stepped through the doorway. “Ah, there she is!” boomed a warm, feminine voice. A tall woman with flowing chestnut hair and regal posture rose from the far end of the table. “You must be Miss Grace. I’m Margaret Bearanstein — Arthur’s mother. Please, come in, dear.” Margaret radiated the kind of elegance that made Gwen instantly self-conscious. Her smile was genuine, but her eyes were sharp — appraising. “Thank you, Mrs. Bearanstein. It’s a pleasure to—”

Backery reached out and touched her face, and said uncomfortably, "I, I thought it was Clarisse’s father who came back, but Arielle came, did i scare you? I'll find a veil and put it on." "No." Arielle grabbed Mrs. Backery, "Aunt, you're fine, you don't need to wear a veil." Mrs. Backery knew that Arielle was comforting her, so she teased herself: "I'd better wear a veil, I know, my face is not only a little scary, but also a little disgusting, you won't be able to eat later.”

MAVERICK I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion. “Darling, you made it.” the voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug. “Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug. “Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She looked younger to have a son of Lake’s age. She was also beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a fabulous smile.