"But Daddy, Uncle David said he will handle it. What else do you want us to do?" Jessica said, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern.
"Of course! It's because it's your Uncle David. And shouldn't you be helping him?" their grandfather shouted, his face turning red as he quickly shooed Austin out of the lounge.
With laughter echoing through the room, the family followed the stewards as they led the way to the penthouse.
The penthouse was grand, luxurious enough to make anyone feel like royalty.
It was spacious and elegant, with large windows that allowed streams of sunlight to flood in, giving the entire suite a golden glow.
It had plenty of rooms for all of them—technically, three bedrooms: a master bedroom and two guest rooms.
Despite the formal designations, all the rooms were impressively spacious. Each seemed to boast a king-sized bed with plush, inviting sheets and elaborate headboards carved from polished mahogany.
