(Mindy Esmond’s Perspective)
Mindy was being impatient to wait for too long. It had been over twenty minutes she sat down alone on the motorcycle that belonged to the Philadelphia’s notorious biker.
And he was Alain Elwood. She wondered what took him so long.
Thereafter, she finally decided to jump out of his motorcycle. She wanted to check on him.
When she walked toward the iron gate, her eyes stared up at the big old manor that established beautifully along with the roses garden in the front yard.
While walking to the terrace, Mindy observed the quiet view around here. There was a black sedan car parked in the corner of the yard. She wondered if the car belonged to Mister Elwood or anyone that lived in that manor.
Once she stepped her foot on the terrace, she was about to knock
