A big white expensive looking car pulled over at a hilltop estate, where a fleet of equally luxurious cars were parked.
The driver stepped down, and opened the backseat door, allowing the awaiting staff to escort Matthew and Tara into the estate.
"Welcome home, young master Grayson." A man no younger than fifty greeted, taking a slight bow.
Matthew ignored his and the other staff's greeting and marched briskly towards the centre mansion, which was brightly illuminated.
"Matthew," Tara called out, following strictly behind him. "Do you think it's a good idea to leave Thane alone with that wench? Maybe I should've stayed back." She voiced out her fears.
But Matthew laughed it off. "You couldn't charm my brother even if he had a blindfold on. Forget it, right now you should work on forcing mother's hand."
Tara rolled her eyes, "And what makes you think she'll give me another chance? She nearly chewed my head off after I got fired."
