Chapter 43
Natasha's breath hitched as she stepped into Mr. Edward's mansion, her hand still lightly clutching Drogen's arm. Her wide eyes roamed the grandiose hall, with its sparkling chandeliers, gleaming marble floors, and perfectly carved staircases that spiraled upward like something out of a fairy tale. Every surface seemed to shimmer, reflecting the soft glow of the ornate golden lamps.
"Bloody hell, this house is huge and damn gorgeous," she whispered, unable to contain her amazement.
"And it reeks of sinners," Drogen muttered, his voice low and dripping with disdain.
"That's politicians for you. Skeletons in their cupboards and diamonds on their fingers," Natasha quipped, her lips quirking in a faint smile.
