MARCUS PULLED THE Range Rover through the well-guarded gates of one of the mansions inside the estate.
Michael and Zee occupied the backseat of the car, with Zee seated quietly beside him. She cast her gaze on her wristwatch. The time was 7:05 pm. She could not wait for the impending dinner to be over. At the same time, she did not want it over, anytime soon, because she still had to face punishment for changing her dress color.
“Welcome to my parent’s house,” Michael said to her.
“Thanks.” She murmured.
He ignored her tone. Her fear over his latest threat was not lost to him. Besides, this welcome dinner was not an event she was looking forward to. Their marriage was a scam, after all. But it worked for him.
A FEW MINUTES LATER
Michael and Zee stood before the massive door of the ho
