In a hidden part of the city, miles from the northern noble district and the Western slums. A dark forest privately owned by an unknown financial tycoon. There was a huge yet gloomy mansion covered in fog and mist most of the year.
It was rare to see anyone entering or leaving this mansion, yet someone consistently paid the taxes and bills a year in advance.
Slowly, a beautiful red M10 sports car pulled into the mansion's second driveway.
The mechanical sound of the hydraulic door lifting echoed like a dinosaur's roar. The thick titanium sheet, at least ten centimetres thick, protecting the garage, slowly lifted to reveal a massive opening filled with dozens of high-quality cars.
"Phew... this foolish boy fell asleep in my car. Is he reckless, or just too trusting?" Mikaela's lips curled up into a slightly wicked formation.
There was a sudden bleep from a small screen on the black wall.
Doot—!
