Standing outside the mansion, Penny raised a hand to her brow and squinted at the end of the driveway. She spotted a silhouette walking toward the gates, signaling that guards were still stationed there.
"Dang," she whispered, shrugging. "We still have guards? Wow. Never mind."
Penny jogged down to the garage, searching for Atlas's car. When she arrived, deep lines appeared between her brows. The garage housed several cars, including sports cars and motorbikes.
"Aren't we poor now?" she whispered, noticing two motorbikes of the same brand but different models. More than excitement, she was confused. "How come they still have sports cars? Were they lying to me?"
She scrunched up her nose, convinced Atlas had deceived her during his last visit. This didn't look like their life was falling apart. If it were, they should've sold these unnecessary cars to afford their daily necessities.
