After a drawn-out, tension-filled thirty-minute drive, Grace swerved to a halt before a grand, symmetrical mansion with a gated entrance, and long driveway.
The outside view alone contained the sight of luxury features, such as a pool, basketball court, and tennis court.
"We are here." Grace muttered, stepping on the gas once more when the black gates opened.
'Damn, you've gotta be kidding me. I knew Racheal had a rich background. But never did I think they were this wealthy.
This is like old money rich.'
Settling his eyes on the huge basketball court and swimming pool, Miles failed to comprehend why Racheal attended Dominion High. She was way out of its league.
'Come to think of it. She's never actually flaunted it or acted flashy. No wonder she's popular. Those bastards would kill themselves to be invited to her birthday party.'
'However…' Miles' eyes glinted with a sly, proud glint, thinking–
'While they try to bag the seed, I'm already with the source.'
