As the tinted black Bentley parked right in front of the old worn out, mold smitten eight story building in the north of the Hackney Street, Hugh, immediately jumped out of the car, chiming and smiling out ear to ear, noticing ho people all around the place had gathered to look at the shiny car and most importantly, noticing the all black GB number plate, everyone had their mouth hanging open, as they noticed that it was a royal car.
Celeste had her eyes shut tightly, still glued to her seat inside the car, as Dexter turned around and noticed her condition.
“Are you going to get out of the car now?”
She looked at him with a peeved look covering her eyes and opened up the door to her car and walked out. Standing tall next to Hugh, who had a shameless smile dancing all over his lips.
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