The Wellington Mansion
The Staff moved about their duties, totally unaware of the trouble faced by their masters. Well, how could they know when they were all kept in the dark. It wasn't their business to start with. Marina sat at the breakfast table, her eyes were glued to her phone. The threatening message from the previous night was still on her phone, for she hadn't deleted it, its words deeply engraved in her mind:
"You think you're safe, but you're not. Maxwell will always win."
Aiden entered the dining room, he was wearing a navy blue suit perfectly tailored as always by his fashion designer. He caught sight of Marina's tense posture and immediately moved to her side.
"You are unusually quiet this morning," he said.
Marina looked up from her phone, worry written all over her. "I didn't want to bother you."
Aiden asked out of curiosity. "What happened?"
