GRACE'S POV
I don't know how I ended up here. But here I am, in front of this bastard's house…or should I say mansion?
This man is a living bank account. Well, his bank account surely is full of money though.
I cannot lie but, the interior and architectural design of this place are so ethereal. It even looks like the castles in Medieval times but laced with modernness too. The only missing parts are the tall towers. I can't help but just stare at its beauty. Basking and taking it all in so that I will never forget it and become one of those enjoyable memories.
Although the reason I am here is one of those things I wish I could forget so easily.
A few moments passed by, I was getting upset.
My suitcases and bags are beside me while I'm waiting for Claude's staff to open the freakin gate. I have been standing here for quite a while and the sun is starting to set. I already talked to one of the guards and introduced myself.
