Oliver took a deep breath to stop himself from grabbing his gun from under his shirt and aiming it at Ninel’s face. The sound of her voice was like nails scratching on a board.
“So sad to see you go,” she said. “But at least you’re leaving with an entirely new wardrobe.”
Robert rolled the last of the suitcases toward the mansion’s entrance and remained beside his wife.
“Uh, goodbye,” said Ninel. Her butler settled by the stairs. Two tattooed men in guayabera shirts ambled on the opposite side of the hall.
“Mhm.” Oliver cleared his throat.
“Yup,” added Betsy.
Robert inhaled and stretched his arms. Snorts came from the guests as they stood in silence. Ninel sniggered and tapped her fingers on her hip.
“Your vehicles are outside,” she said.
“Mhm.” Olive
